She is.
A child at birth.
But dead.
At heart.
Never blinking.
Hardly breathing.
Cold to the touch.
Child.
Pale.
Dear child.
Can't utter as word.
Her lips are sealed.
Heart shrivels.
Ever moment of life.
Not looking.
Me in the eyes.
Child.
Why are you.
Cold?
Like death?
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