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The sunset sends a tremor through my senses and calms my soul. In the very distance, a sad figure waiting on a platform ...noises,
landscapes, people, eternity; rob me of my sleep and of the birth of an idea hatched in a volcano sculptured by the wind.
Imprisoned by time, countless experiences
Bitter elixir, abstract feeling, could it be a punishment, the tortuous thorn in my skin; or just life itself
Gen-Möra
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