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Saint Petersburg City, Russian Federation



We decorate the time there
with what music we can find
- the anxious thrum of bass
Following cautious piano, distant conversations that call
back to the tapes
we'll never turn over again.
It all sounds different carried over to digital.
It feels different.
Or maybe it's just this place,
Changed,
In a way that our music can never.
I can't go back.
I can't live here anymore.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ST2gT9r2Bjs)
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