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my soul is a dark ploughed field
in the dark and peace of my final bed
the snow whispers about me
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
there was a strangeness on your lips
on and on
within my hand i hold
that strange companion came on shuffling feet

 



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