lone... in a home of familiars, yet no one knows.
slum village in his ignorant tone... blood wrung with rigor, gift of vigorous bone.
living a livid existence, resistant to religion, all insistence opposed.
Distance from memories distant makes him rigid and cold.
No dreams or goals... all that inspire seeming impossible things to behold.
Death is certain for all, but he desires it by chance...
Expecting an early dropoff before an elderly man.
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Ahem.
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