In a slow, venomous infusion,
No trace was left to find.
The heart's rhythm started fading,
As the final breath escaped the nostrils,
The body lay there, motionless,
Pain drifting into distant realms.
In silence, unheard and unseen,
Eternal slumber commenced,
A rest from which there is no return.
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