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minutia_r ([personal profile] minutia_r) wrote 2018-04-23 07:03 am (UTC)

We met in the fields in autumn
Where the sickle slices everything bare and clean
The two of us lay down
And I rose up.

In the springtime
When ice cracks and tumbles downriver
We’ll meet again.

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