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I’m unaware of a response

From my errant dark red soul

Too deep to be spoken aloud

I bury a word right in my heart

Frost etched the tall windows

I have been cold for a long time

Borne upon winters shoulders

There are wolves here, many of them

I am staggered at their hatred of me

I lie in complete fear

I call the moths to tend me

I forget the form of my sins

And drained of motion, the air itself avoids me

And void of notion, unable to perceive

Mouth barely open, almost fearing to breathe

And there is no other sound at all

Just there, to the left, his shadow rose

I always knew he was coming

Takes the vacant chair beside me

With golden hands he moved the hair from my face

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