Death was silent in the snow,
black-veiled and forgotten.
Eyes clear and keen,
glanced towards his distant home.
A strange place to call home.
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Blackout Poetry #5
Death was silent in the snow,
black-veiled and forgotten.
Eyes clear and keen,
glanced towards his distant home.
A strange place to call home.
