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The Fever:
No wonder then that winter feels so unreal,
when the trees fall to their dreaming,
leaving the warm blooded to their fevered movements,
like scratches of ink on a clean white page.
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The Fever:
No wonder then that winter feels so unreal,
when the trees fall to their dreaming,
leaving the warm blooded to their fevered movements,
like scratches of ink on a clean white page.