"And so we spill out, emptying ourselves into
the outstretched claw of dragons we ourselves
have hatched. The foolish sky,
grabbing at the streetlamps for spokes and
northern lights for thread,
thinking we were no more than temperamental children."

A mix inspired by my trip into the heart of Estonia, to Tallinn, and the one week when I managed to lose myself in its streets. This is to the one I met there, the one I'll never see again.

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