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homeless and hiding, sleeping cold each so alone like two forbidden seeds in winter snows, chilled deep deep to the sacred bone running on black vapors sleeping behind one pivoting mind haunting dark and dreamy shattered places seeking refuge, a warm sheltering empty space resting against the other side piled high sharing a wheeled wall accelerating over a terrible ice inhabiting cornered edges in the heart melting, shadowy sounds with stealth perturbing the night like sparks tickling the ear with secret signs whispering of the approach stirring up the line a craftwork of design, procedures of intention by a clever devil driven clearly crazy, out of our mind and bewitching |
| Song By The Sea & Techiyas HaMeisim choosing one staff, lifting it up, and The Secret of N'kevah Tosovev Gever |
| (C) Liorah Chanah Elishaba Tsabrah |
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