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Cold winds tear my flesh

I just want to feel again

Blank stare into pale skies

Huffing the fumes of decay

Tattered cloth grips lifeless legs

Pulchritude of bone exposed

Contabescent effigy of life

Decompose yet becoming whole

Turgid throats asphyxed, Fingernails pried

Untainted by culture

Stripped of meaning

True beauty manifest, to live is to die

The texture of existence

Is too fine to remember