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great powers are present as i look trough my nicotin stained eyelids; the storm of the century is here others open their eyes swans are leaving; yet i stay i´ll measure the ice every night until it´s strong enough; carry me to the spring

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tim-marshland

Finnish

Published: Dec 8, 2013
LinesWords: 1144

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