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Mar 2017
Lie alone in darkness,
Inside daftly cold.
Ample anti-starkness,
Rot alone in mold.

A bag of bones and little more,
From barren earth your start.
And little truth rest in your core,
Lost mind gone with cold heart.
JJ Cooke
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JJ Cooke  USA
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