By Damien Knight
No heart for the heartless
No soul to be feed
I once was living
I’m now certainly dead
I do not sleep at night
Nor feel when I wake
This body is void
No heart in it to break
I skated on things ice
I was careful to tread
But she pulled me in
And now I am undead
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