Poem # 30
In the abyss I listen for sound. My body relaxed as I dream and drown , no oxygen left within my lungs. It stings , the feeling of loneliness a bitter taste. I wait and listen for a single form , life never so cold as it is now. I break soon , more now then ever. More so as I take the task that I endeavor..
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