In a bed, she lay

So tired & so frail

Like the room itself

So colourless & pale

At least, through the window

She could see snowflakes dance

Falling in a serenade

To a winter's night romance

Her bed sores burned like hell

In this purgatory of self

A forgotten thing called living

Lay dormant on its shelf

But the snow fell so dreamlike

And wh...

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