“When I awoke dead.”

It was cold and windy.
The landscape was full of shadow people.
No one was speaking.
I was left to my senses.
It was loud like a storm.
It lasted a month.

**** On behalf of the transcriber, Luke Meyer, this poetry is copyrighted material of a shadow person who remains anonymous. ****

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