Alone

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The wind billows as

You stand in its icy embrace

As your emotions fade

Into monotony

Abstraction is your reality

Pain the backdrop to

Your life

But all is forgotten

As your breath takes form

And is quickly whisked away

Leaving you alone

Bare

Naked

And suddenly

The world comes rushing back

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