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GROUP CREATED FEBRUARY 2002
Ice
Melting into water and
He is not skating but floating.
He moves like a wave,
Cutting the surface with shiny blades.
The wave washes over me.
(Drowns me)
Opens a new world,
Under water.
I want to stay but hands pull me up...
He has left the ice
- by Astrid Sällström |
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