Death
Time halts.
Days go drab as the mind can dream
Glistening waters turn murky
Sounds of the streets become bleek
Dogs run free
Streams flow backward
Light turns dim
Summer nights bring silence
Grasses rise
Snakes slither
She is gone.
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