"The cold pale light cuts through the entwined branches. On a bed of colorful dahlias, I weep. Tears bristle down as raindrops on the flowers. "No more" I whisper, my words condensing into the mist, fading away as I will soon. I drink the poison and lay silent till it consumes me. An unobtrusive sigh releases as my heart slows. "Free at last... Free at last." -Joseph Mayne. The morning silence. -reich

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