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Carried away like two sparks on a breeze we fused into one at a thousand degrees, Digging to the surface, Firestarter, Science Friction, Try to set the night on fire, Yea I burn forsooth
“Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.” –
- Franz Kafka to Milená Jesenská (1922)
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