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Nov 2018
I watch with bloodshot eyes,
Under moonlit skies.

I listen with cold ears,
As the end nears.

I feel only pain,
Suffering in vain.

I taste death,
On a winter's breath.

I smell sorrow,
With no hope for tomorrow.
Sly
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Sly
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   JZ
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