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Black and Cold.

Black,
The clouds float,
Upon a sky reeking of hell bound smoke.
Within which, these skies sink,
Thick with sick thoughts,
Or is that only what I think?


Cold,
My spine rattles,
Caged in a body, where it’s mind is at battle.
Within which, this body dies,
Damp with depression,
My mind sinks afloat,
In a black clouded sky.





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