stk: Recent Episodes
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it slowly takes form; of its name but also not, it has taken shapes in my absence, a future memory of a dream.
The first time we met we were surrounded by trees an army of breath all around us You asked for my hand but I was distracted I couldn't see a thing
The next time we met there were a thousand stars in the sky I found a hidden path, by the river false treasure winking from the clean water
The last time we met tasted like clean metal I pushed my teeth into it but nothing came
Getting to know the Soma Lyra-8. Single takes stuck end to end for brevity. Tiny touch of Valhalla Vintage Verb for glue.