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A Deeper Sort of Empty (Death Poem)
Minus ten in blinding blizzard at midnight
Snow insulation isolates me from feeling
Cold sensation freezes me from all touch
The contrasting black emptiness inside
Is a deeper sort of empty for me now.
poem
by
Ian Beckett
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