Κυριακή 1 Νοεμβρίου 2015
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Running through my head secretely , the shouts of the boys in the factory. I ring you on the telephone silently , like blood , like wine , in the darkroom scene..... A letter , once composed , seven years long , and as long as a tree . Reading , on the wall . Emissions , efficiency..... Efficiency .....efficiency...
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