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The darkness obscurely appealing
The loss incontestably quite vain
Glacial air penetrating the bodies core
Yet they persistently walk by
Abandoning the man where he lays
Possibly dying
Possibly death cold fingers already touched his soul
This man hath no money
This man hath no soul
His wife mournfully taken with deaths frozen hands
Nobody offered their hand
Just let the man fade to the darkness of the
imprisonment of his mind
His sanity hath faded
Now just a lonely soul
waiting for death fridgid grasp
by
A.R.W.
