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Winter thoughts. What numbs me evermore...

Years like freezing winters, winters like long years.

Areas of whiteness, confines and borders of being

-in silence

Muted in silent hibernation,

regular cycles of life and laws of nature.

Under this icy surface, veins of warm longins

a keen and clean desire to escape from

what numbs me evermore...

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