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by TheGhostWhoWatchesDeers

stopped flowing wobbling - thinking, passers-by feel cold icy grass shivers infected creek's colorless veins - the frost, stopped being.

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20 / M / Finland

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TheGhostWhoWatchesDeers

20 / M / Finland

Published: Dec 22, 2018
LinesWords: 1620

Notes: Trying minimalist form.
Tags: #minimalism #nature #melancholy

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