
Deep-pression : Dead to the Bone

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1. DEAD TO THE BONE
She is in the air
Smelling through moisture
and last evening's thoughts
Left in area
Where no wind blows
Deadwater brings no life
Drowned in colourless ocean
Sorrows breed
Shadows rise
Moveless limbs
Pale, almost grey
on deathcold ice.
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