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very interesting

I like the mood in your shoot

sorrow and grief

and childhood broken doll in the dust of the past,

we are standing under the clouds in the day after day funeral

& wind is coming from the open wound -

blowing,

blowing,

blowing our hair in a slow motion;

and we are children of our children,

in bloody knot a logic get lost: you are – in me & my soul is yours -

living in a same body but in a different world:

I’m here in the past

and you are – nowhere…