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The world slips into a blue haze-
unbound, unruly, unknown.

Legos of thoughts strewn around -
hapless, ruthless- biting the feet.

The frost seeps through the skin
the hands frozen and still.

The moon -a distant memory-
veiled by many a canopy.

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