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Little BoyAwake and alone the little boy lies. Darkness gathers, eclipsed only by the shroud befalling his soul. / He shakes, ever so slightly, then the crescendo grows.....gathering momentum with each passing moment. Soon, he shakes uncontrollably, as would a freezing man. He squeezes himself into an ever tighter circle, fighting in vain to stop his trembling. / He clamps his eyes shut ever tighter, so tight it hurts.... a futile effort to stop the hot tears beginning to streak down his face. Slowly his resolve melts, his scant remaining strength leaves him.

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Jan 22, 2010

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