siren land
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Siren LandTRANSCRIPT
Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence. (Kafka, 1917)
She must just have left the sea.Her hair and lips smelled of the sea till the morning...
How lovely the sea has risen in the open sea.Her hair taught me about waves;I tossed and tossed around dreams.