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Freelance photographer based in Oslo, Norway.

Bris, bris
puste meg i nakken
Det blir kaldt i frakken og kroppen skrike:
"Kom bris, bris, sett meg fri!"
Skru på sirenen og gje meg varige mén
Bris gjer meg roser i kinnet, tar vekk vonde minner
Bris, du har stengt oss inne. Du vinner, du vinner

Tekst: Kaizers Orchestra

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  1. Wenche #
    November 21, 2011

    Vakkert bilde og dikt

  2. November 23, 2011

    nydelige! herlige farger

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