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...she walked in through the out door.
cold point
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
W.H. Auden, Two Songs for Hedli Anderson

There's no choice any more. No chance to stem the tide. 
Stay with the memories fading away with the years. Stay with the pain encrusted with daily routine. 
But you have to resurrect. You have to, don't wish to be dead with the dead.

Invaded - Beelitz Heilstätten by Tom Kirsch ©www.opacity.us

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