Arctic Dreams
he stood there--immersed-- within himself, quietly mystified in the absence of soothing words, wounded with deceit rains, seeping through marshlands of reason, hopelessly astray like the answers he so desperately needs seeks, now lay strewn among arctic winds as it wails and swirls upon the fabric of time. silence the strangled cries of his tortured soul...
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