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  1. Scene 7
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You taste,
just like storm smell rolling,
through the air…

You feel,
like my breath,
on a paper plate
(Stained-left-to-stray)
(where-we-used-to-
play.)

I know,
You know,
that it’s too late.
The sun,
the sun it rose,
casting rays,
demanding shade,
the night,
blooms underway.

The tick of your wrist is lost,
Or AWAY.
Un-ravel, ravel me,
Back to the stray
Of the furrow of your thirst
Or the cuff of your shirt.

We whistle silent,
We make breeze.
I taught you that, I taught you that
keep yourself,
on me.

ba:zel is powered by Keychange - an international campaign led by Reeperbahn Festival, PRS Foundation and Musikcentrum Öst, supported by the Creative Europe Programme of the European Union, in partnership with Tallinn Music Week, Iceland Airwaves, BIME, Oslo World, Linecheck, Ireland Music Week, SACEM, Liverpool Sound City, Way Out West, Spring Break, MAMA, Mutek and Breakout West.

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