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Hot tears. On a. cold face. Left to. run down. That narrow. place. The wind howls. And. Darkness. Scowls. The whistling. Emptiness. Of orange. glittering. Reflections. On wet ground. Now so wet.
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Hot tears. On a. cold face. Left to. run down. That narrow. place. The wind howls. And. Darkness. Scowls. The whistling. Emptiness. Of orange. glittering. Reflections. On wet ground. Now so wet.
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