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Love letters written on silver birch bark
The love letters written on slithers of silver birch bark. Slowly peeled back, carefully, like sales stickers from the sleeve of a 12" single. Through pints of wasted ink, eventually, one was found which gave the most exacting results. Red, scented, it bled with impunity the words no longer needing to make any linguistic sense. No rhythm nor lyric a run-off groove scratching. Don’t disillusion me, tzk Don’t disillusion me, tzk Don’t disillusion me, tzk Don’t disillusion me, pvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv.