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martes, 2 de abril de 2013

Departure

Dear Winter,
we wait for your departure.
Clear skies of shining stars
that frost our dreamtime,
we wait for your departure.
Icy wind against my cheeks,
my hands and feet,
they beg for you to be gone.
There was a woman once
stuck to a blanket...
We wait for your departure.

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