Down
Pains of the body
Mute at a position
Unable to move
Distress of the soul
Images in a double position
Weakened by the down cast of the mind
Pounding like a pestle carrying it's work
Atmosphere unsafe to consume
Prone to high level
Level of the cool breeze
Caused my the chilly ice Berg
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