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The voices whisper,
chill and soft
against skin shadowed
by darkness.

They walk, lonely-
craving the simple
warmth-of another
human touch.

Pain weighs-
on their mind-
like the voices-
filling their ears.

Memories haunt
their thoughts-
echoes of sounds-
long dead.

The stand alone-
listening.

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