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photographyA kind of clay-landscape / With motley dust. Steamy silhouettes in gold / Very far away from you / Soft functionality like a heartbeat

Grains of sand in our eyes. I saw that strange expanse / Compansated by your laughter / A non-rational hyperbole or maybe just a broken light / Surrounded my head / Negev in my mind

Das gelb-rote Land ist flach zersiedelt. Zikaden werfen ihren zischenden Schleier über die Himmel / Grauer Staub klebt an unseren Wangen. Weich fließt Sonne durch die Fenster / Innen der Regen

Voice: Matthew Potter

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