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Confusion is

slowly inserted 

as reality erases

what was clear

yesterday.

.

Pick a direction

and go. Ignore

the cold, forget

what needs 

remembrance.

.

Numb was I

for uncountable

hours. A little water,

a crust of bread

would be a luxury.

.

I cannot think any

thing else on this 

frozen road, except 

he must be alive. My

present is survived by

counting seconds, my

grave may be a ditch

or an icy shed.

.

Lady A

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