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Dec 2022
Should you come to my door
Knock so sweetly
With ice on your fingertips

I would be obligated
To let you take my hand
And lead me away

Perhaps then I would understand
They sleepless nights I've been having
That haunt the days I live
Writing of the Unknown
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     Lou Alpha, irinia and Aishu
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