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That was the walk of a sad man

The air was humid 

The void endless

The stairs long

The fanfare hollow

A charming man

On a solo trek

Climbing slowly

A weighted shoulder

A square force

Sadly hungry

Eating to feed

But no savoring

Marching up

No waving goodbye

Just a wonder

What wretched thing is next

There is no win

Prickling under the skin

Go slow

For there may be no tomorrow 

Shimmering waves

But no true reflection

The footsteps deeply weighted

Drowning

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