KAVAHLO MAGAZiNE

She will come around and we will sing
While with a hand on drum he makes a beat.
Flat cap droans of our swelling,
She will sway yet we will smell.

Hollow drone interprets the game and tas…

NIGHT IF FALLING FAST OUTSIDE THE WINDOW,
FILLING THE ROOM KNOWING IT’S
WELCOME.
WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT I CRAWL IN
AFTER HIM AND PRESS MYSELF TO HIS
SIDE
AND I CAN FEEL HIM SMILING,
…

Time for a change of tactics.
You leave me no choice
I’ll bake a cake,
I’ll lay the welcome mat for you.
The day with it’s eyes,
The night with it’s ears.

No race is fast
Until it’s …

No more can i doubt
That solitude is my bode
I called you the ice cream man
And now i feel like the cat
Who got sick on the cream.

I crossed you many times over
But the knots unravel li…