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Caliginous Cold Somber Empty Scattered Yet still numb My hand feels warm Inviting Reassuring Loving I walk proud yet again
The poem begins with a run of heavy, single words: "Caliginous," "Cold," "Somber," "Empty," "Scattered." Each sits on its own line, so the reader has to pause on every one, and the effect is a slow, bleak list of what the speaker feels.
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