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2.07.2006
The Purpose of Rooms
At the end of the day, worry is not a question. No one asks the dead-"why?"At the threshold of doors, two concerns- leave or live.Rooms, the purpose of rooms, a haven- walls, the night, the city, my skin, my captured soul, my unended beginning... I dreamt I was born in the hollow of a wooden shell; at the end of the day, I return there.
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