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a distant gust of chilly winds
descend as frost mourns into bone
morning brings her darkest sins
in break of light she casts thee gone
time, the balm to soothe all wounds
ticks deep into his gaping gash
at dawn there cometh not one a sound
nor breath from where a crumpled hash
contrived, a human's flesh morass
expires in the heart of her.

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