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Jan 2020
From skin to bone,
I shall forever be alone.

Until death...

Until death comes for me,
Rips my existence apart,
Then leaves my body be,
As if he never graced my soul.

Then I will be alone,
And so frigidly, rigidly cold.

It is of a faintest hope I hold,
That I will not be alone
In the painfully adjacent future.
I thank you for your time.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
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