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Alone
In an empty bed
I dread
Passing minutes
Like this
In darkness…

No one to hold
Except myself
Against the cold,
The endless
Darkness
Wears as thin
As this blanket does.

And the minutes pass,
Relentless, regardless
Of the small outpost of pain
Lying alone once again
Wishing for oblivion:
To close my eyes
And never open them
Alone once more.

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