Ears tingling dirty, as if stung...
Hands shaking, halted, to be wrung.
Whispering nothings, of silenced, breath....
Becomings tonight's, sudden death.
Hence forth, my meanderings, of stunted depth...
Forever as ever calling, with bated breath.
On the eve, of sorrowed, misgivings...
Be elated of ego, give out full, blessed, thanks givings.
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