I float in this ocean of white alabaster
Bobbing for what seems like eternity, alone
Unable to move, unable to speak
I sit, patiently 
As the the snow falls in sheets atop of me
I stare up at the darkened sky
Blinded by a bright light 
Before I am sucked asunder 
The one bright shining moment of my existence 
Before permanent blackness
Please tell me you have a book of poems.
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