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Like how the vultures circle the dead,
The reminiscence of the past revolves around his head
In his isolation, he sits by the windowpane
As happy as the passing strangers,  will he ever be again?

The shadows flicker, the projection of black.
Tears roll down, they don’t ask.
Frozen and as cold as a stone
This house is no longer his home.

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