Bitter, icy effigy
formed haphazardly,
compacted from the
slush of gutters and
alleyways after too long
wallowing in the tainted
wine of fermented
resentment, he stands
alone, misshapen and empty.
No light reflects from
his stony eyes, no
warmth can ever
thaw his wretched
frozen soul.
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