I trembled when you were gone
Away from the terrors of time
Metal and synthetics
In the Near East
I float on a kilim
Down a gusting wind
Allah
Raises dust
Water, closer
The smoke of a hookah
That's what we are
Shhh
Something's breathing
It's me
It's you
We are lost
Saša Milivojev
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