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The last time our axis met,
I swore that this, this!
Was it.
And it went down,
With none at the steering wheel,
I would watch my step in this.
Fervent terrain, traces written,
Hope the guiding light's don't go out again.
Standing upright and counting,
Lost hours, lost minutes, trying to say something,
All got lost wearing blinders,
Lost hours, lost minutes, loss of well being,
I lost minutes, lost hours allmost everything.
When a ship has gone out,
And shore is out of reach,
You try to throw the water out,
But an ocean is hard to heave.
Annons
Camera info
Camera N95 8GB
Focal length 6 mm
Aperture f/2.8
Shutter 1/17 s
ISO 640
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