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| My Wounds The dew and the leaves are frozen and so are my desires Snow-borne clouds entangle within each other The wind blows and the storm matures. My wounds wither. Margut Bickel |
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| My Wounds The dew and the leaves are frozen and so are my desires Snow-borne clouds entangle within each other The wind blows and the storm matures. My wounds wither. Margut Bickel |
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