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There's a cold wind out there, and I think

I cling to the sense.

the sense that I flows between the toes and

sformicola to the drops of dew

I breath.

stretch out my hands frightened

meeting the grains of sand,

meeting the blades of grass and

your hand, I touched a finger

and is still tight.

Fear and grassland and sky and sea.