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You squeeze my hand the warmth of your being passes through the fence of my frozen skin, flows in the dry bed of my veins. Alive alive my fingers roam over your face along the path of your silent tears: the living stir of a leaf trembling with excitement along the path of the stream along the path of union brimming with clear kisses and naked held tight in each other's arms from now on before the eyes of the world. This world, in this same scattered, dry shape, – my love – we will not leave as it is...