Trembling Chin

We had a beach

Home #246: Hotel, Palermo
Home #247: Apartment, Santa Flavia
Home #248: Apartment, Warsaw
Home #249: Farm, Tisvildeleje
Home #250: Farm, Holsted
Home #251: Hotel, Esbjerg
Home #252: Farm, Skjern
Home #253: Farm, Tisvildeleje
Home #254: Apartment, Malmö
Home #255: Apartment, Copenhagen
Home #256: Farm, Holsted
Home #257: Theater, Holstebro
Home #258: Apartment, Aalborg

In the street of cold the eyes are wider
empty hands reach for my face

We are without eyes and ears
the march of stones

lonely is shared.

We are the furrowed brow
the growing smile
We are the trembling chin

please come today


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