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. . .
and i'm walking the world
watching the crowd
old stories new mouths repeating..
there`s space that wants to be found
and i dive into circles
introducing: your mind
and i look for sparkles
in eyes which seem to be hunted by laws
and the questions are there
but the pouring is stronger
lovers flee the tattered net where
the gifted still
run the treadmill
// you know i feel like a preacher waving a gun around
shake it shake it shake it baby \\ *
* last two lines by tom waits
Manuela Wanner
geb. 28.06.1988
BA Fine Arts
FHNW HGK Basel
2013
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