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I Couldn't Cry So I......

The mist, parted..... before me.

Swirled,...... around behind me.

Filled, the void.....I'd created.

I strode through the night!

The mist, death......and me.

Hollow, eerie echoes ........

for each, near silent......... footfall.

Like a spectre from the past,

Lost souls willed me on.

Even more wished me ill ...

and they all

Laughed.

Giajl © Jim Love