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Desperate thinking tucked away in the kitchen cupboards.

...FUN...

There's a line where you stand, and wait.

Waiting for the heavy rains.

Figures leaning...man, woman...leaning.

Somebody watching - listening to our thoughts reading newspaper.

Shredded newspaper all over the floor,
The dune does not dissipate, we see the silver airliner shave the tip of the mountain.
The quails callin'...winter to emerge from the whistles and the sponge soaking the sores.
Now's the time to reveal.
Electronic mincer...shes for real.

Repetition in your love, holding delicate flowers, white beds in a field.

See the fire wind, combine with your heart.

The man still plays on the roof.

waiting to fall, the train falls

her lengthy fingers divide the spirit

My knees deny me...

...falling...
...Can't catch myself just yet.