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Wind whips in stereo

Winter weary
Heavy headed from fatigued boredom
The clouds don't know when to let up
Dawn must come soon
Shine with bladed rays
and slaughter the ice wolves
of night
Heated stench of black blood
warms into the earth
Tomorrow
knows the whispers and happy sighs of
the ancient trees
These wind whips have nearly reached exhausted peace
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