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Oct 2016
if you are there, let the cold in my heart, and in my head, and deep in my bones end

for the leaves on the trees are falling, the bitter wind is settling into my veins, and the rise and fall of my chest is harder to do with the weights

if you are there, let me, for once, feel content
arcane
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arcane  california
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   Lior Gavra
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