Changing the tones too hard to do,

when everything around is so destitute,

not a flower could grow in soils like these,

without water, no air, no budding seeds,

only timeless darkness; a frozen lake,

nothing promising  in this place,

dead pulses through an empty corpse,

thoughts calloused and bitter and full of remorse.

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