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Ved buens ende... — You that may wither

A distant cry…
From what I perished for?
No…
It was born…
The winterburden.
I bled its tears once…
Oh, if only it could wither,
wither in the absence of my thoughts.

So I cry…

I cry, not only for my spirit in its living shell.
But for the ones who brought the lust through me…

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