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Self portrait - as a wraith from the wintry wood, a headless spook, a sinister smudge in a striped bathrobe with an empty hood. Watch out for the wraith from the wintry wood whose diaphonous soul harbours a grudge, like a borrowed landscape's fake verismilitude. Fervent but frail - the wraith in the wood, the headless spook, the fear you can't budge. |
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