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Jan 2014
ice barren wasteland
desolate of breath
& warmth
bleak,
nearly void of hue
completely forsaken of movement
except for a distant drum,
a single & solitary thrum
almost inapparent
nearly silenced by the still,
the chaos of absence,
the sheer void
but still it was present,
and the beating oscillation remained
despite the source's disapproval,
& regardless of typical prior sequence.
Sarah
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