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The wind swept cold
through the broken trees.
It was time to know
what he was to be.
It was a long time
coming. And now he knew
that what was left of him
was far below.
In the raging darkness
As the wind gathered pace
He thought of all he had done
And all that he regretted.
There was not much
That he loved.
All he had left
Had left him long ago.
The time came
as he knew it would.
The trees bent to the
Oncoming storm.
He stood in a silence that
drowned out his heartbeat.
And he walked into the arms
Of darkness.
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