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lowkeymornsHere to say hi and put out some poems
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Chill night grips the bones, snow flakes fall finding their place on stones

Marrow

Chill night grips the bones,

snow flakes fall finding their place on stones

A man walks past, lost and alone

Each stride takes a part from his hearts lost home

His eyes a glaze, coated hopes to atone.

Searched the meaning of his name

The results yield unknown.

Collapsed into himself

No marrow in his bones

He embraces the chill

Numb to the cold.

Like the snow flakes that fall

He's at home on these stones

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