candles of light flare anew
the broken car won't start
warm blood oozes through bulging veins
the skin remains an ice cold clammy ashy grey
embraced with warm hugs and greetings
the ice box that is heart remains virgin
silver stars glisten on my eye lids, rushed to the fore
by the ocean in my head
the dying embers sing a mournful song
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