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Cold-Blooded

 

What calamity, to have wit but no soul

Breath without heart

A bloodless manner, in its stead

Crave the taste of it on your tongue

Thrill at the acrid tingle

Barely sigh at its sight

Consciousness bereft of conscience

Of dust you are made

To dust you shall return…

July 2, 2025

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