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Nov 16, 2016

Death and Rebirth

I have looked far into the winter mist. At the heart of its cold grey despair, I have found shimmering undercurrents of hope.

This winter derives it's darkness from my longing for you . With the first flush of my unbeing, you will be born again.

Allow me this death for I need you to be reborn.

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