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As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper, thoughts turn acrid and curllike cigarette smoke rising from a butt ground out on my arm. Step into thisdecay and experience dissolution. Crucified on a plank of cruelty, crucifiedon a plank of apathy to sleep the winter away. Immobile for the coldduration. Huddled in isolation, to sleep the winter away.

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