Hallway of the Gods, 1997
Your face seems so familiar. I'm sure we've met some place before. It could be we were lovers, maybe eye to eye in some... war. With pulling faces, screaming like two imbeciles. Two racing bayonets. We connect, it's unmistakable. So don't look you look the other way. Don't lie back and pretend that you are sleeping. This is something we're too deep in. We're destined to repeat. Come to me my lover. Speak to me my enemy. You cannot run away from me - we're destined to repeat. Look this way my lover. Speak to me my enemy - we're driftwood on an endless sea...
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