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Written in 2010

Flamboyant eyes fill the room with bliss.
In the corner is where I sit.
My lips are desiccated and my skin is bruised.
I feel the wind running.
It's running from the lost souls.
I listen to the cracking bones beneath my feet.
As I lower my head,
I seem to forget the time when I was happy.
All is lost.
The bodies below are cold, dry, and forgotten.
As I walk by,
I notice something queer.
The wind is floating past.
It is I lying cold, dry, and forgotten.
I stare at the passing souls.
For I am as gone as the next.
Goodbye, young one.