October
Sunday 24 April 2011 photo 1/1
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Taste of saline rolling down your cheekbone
Tell me that you're alone, tell me on the telephone
Feel your heart it breaks within' your chest now
Try to get some rest now, sleeps not coming easy for a while.
Let's get drunk
You can drive us to the harbor
Wish upon a star but
Do you know what stars are?
Balls of fire, burning up the black space
Falling from the landscape
Exploding in the face of God
I hear sound echo in the emptiness
All around but you can't change this loneliness
Look what you've found, I've fallen down
Annons
Camera info
Camera NIKON D3100
Focal length 18 mm
Aperture f/3.5
Shutter 1/20 s
ISO 400
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