The rent is due
Wildberry Avenue
Kicked out of his house
Got nowhere to go
In the middle of winter
His body's getting colder
Hypothermia peeks around the corner
The death bell chimes louder
Lying there, on the snow
His movement's slow
Buried in ice
No sign of life
''Frozen. Empty streets. You'll be my new home. From now on.''
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