Extremes of hot and cold

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His mind lies stuck in the wrong house

Howling at the blue moon approaching.

Wrong place at the wrong time,baby…

Silence crawls into ears

Into a suffocation of sound.

And the eyes shut down the shutters

In a noise of metal doors collapsing

Day after day…

Nothingness surrounds in thick veils

A morbid fog of frozen cold-

The human kind.

While heat scorches my body

In waves,from within,

Until the last ember dies

Of alienation.

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