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Purpose of the seed
How about closing my eyes. Imagining things in any size. Tears are coming between my eye lie. Yell i see my heart here not being fit. Stretching guitar telling me your not belong here. Earth too small, seven skies is up there. Sound of guitar in my gloomy space. Parting my heart to pieces in this place. Here is me imagining the red light. Telling me to stand up for your true right. Sound of stretching guitar in my room. Taking me so above right on top of the doom. Dance splashing out of my restless body. All this burning years thats all i study. Now doesnt matter what i want or i need. Just like to talk, talk about the purpose of the seed. 25/09/06 birmingham.
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Hamid Arzesh
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