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Jan 2014
To sleep while falling down a stairwell, and to wake up in familiar sheets.
Those pillars, walls and high ceilings. Boxing us all in together with what we are, and what we have. Where am I?
The silence is al I need from the people, because the noise comes from with in me, in fragments and waves.
Hussein Omar
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Hussein Omar  Egypt
(Egypt)   
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