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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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