Nine

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Ashes and blood fell onto the grass.
He let out a puff of smoke,
watched it drift off into the wind
on that warm Spring afternoon.
There was an ache in his chest
As he realized
he'd wandered too far
down the path,
Now all he radiated was
numb pain.

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