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Lone.
Silently creeping
into hearts; stomachs.
Slithering ice hot
fingers to each bone. Chilled.
The well of tears
never runs dry.
It strikes, like
as summer storm.
Strong, heedless, and leaves you
powerless. Always hovering.
Clear your mind,
forget all of it.
Not easy enough.
Not nearly easy enough.
Alone, you fade
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