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DARWIN HILL
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His knee ached.
While his temples throbbed.
The left leg, asleep long ago.
The warmth that slowly spread,
the overpowering sense of relief.
As his bladder finally emptied.
He shivered, his throat ached for moisture.
The cold was creeping back into his bones.
That momentary respite,
replaced by wet trousers.
though the pain in his shoulder; was gone.
Perhaps it was the morphine, perhaps he was dying.
The smoke covered his face as the gorse burned on.
