14.11.2023 DEAD END STREET Anne-Lise Andresen Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Admit you lost track under a blue fever moon Buckle your seat belt The hysterical, the shrinking curse Chew dog food, gum it sure smells delicious Constant tinnitus Burn aromatic herbs Dangerous situations with sparks from the mains A threat to the electricity pylons they are blacked out The street was familiar as one's own pocket Mysterious disappearances Even not Stephen King understood what had happened
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