A mixtape for tango strengths; when lightening strikes I'll still be glued inside your heart, at the root of the cinna-bun tree. When the wheels come off, I'll be an astronaut. Reprise for exhumed archetypes in space/back on earth (zeeboop). Auspicious evening birdsong with wings turned toward the eclipse. Quirky pygmy-stains on my pillow, lampshade trembles softly. Extricate the moisture levels, sort through olde emails with glee (toothpaste on your chin hauntings).

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