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Alone


Born on a December morning 

The offspring of the frost

The boy, ruthless and cold-hearted

became lost.

Looking through the blanket of snow

into the depths of his heart,

onle to find 

a life 

that was falling apart.

He knew no warmth

only the coldness 

surrounded by death.

His breath 

whisked away

buried in ice.

never to return.

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Caliguapo
<p>The thoughts in my head.</p>

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