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No Eye, No Ear

Your ominous, chilly winds cut me to the bare bone.
Shaking like a leaf in the gales,
a poignant reminder that I am of a few
holding on like hell by a single root.
This malady incurable, you’re judgments relentless.
So, I sink wearily into myself.
Written by gothicsurrealism (Daniel Long)
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