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in the hollow breath of winter π£Ώ
the deer are not just bodies but
memories, drifting between π¦πͺ½
| trees like lost songs the snow
| hums with voices no one can
| understand, and the wind carves
| invisible roads only the desperate
β‘.. follow somewhere beyond
frozen horizon, the deer step
onto ribbons of black glass
ββββββ Β₯.4,00. forums
in the hollow breath of winter π£Ώ
the deer are not just bodies but
memories, drifting between π¦πͺ½
| trees like lost songs the snow
| hums with voices no one can
| understand, and the wind carves
| invisible roads only the desperate
β‘.. follow somewhere beyond
frozen horizon, the deer step
onto ribbons of black glass
ββββββ Β₯.4,00. forums