Joey was being lost in dense forests and hot summers. plane disappeared and then pop up again in the sunlight to fall flat scratching his knees in the thick bush. of love that no one was more to ask anything. hair falling down her back cold floor. confidence that engages in the bushes and stood back and trudged back to her. and then if everything is shut down. revolutions and cigarette burns. underground, like the sky. "As the blue sky where there's you." Joey wrote on the bark of birch trees. 
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