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A sadness that deepens, o’re
the moon’s shallow stare,
A bloody kiss goodnight and the
haze within the air.
The bliss of wakeful morning, the
smile of opening eyes,
An ultimate rejection, and
blessings you can’t recognize.
A wavering band of emotions with
a vagrant touch,
A screaming feeling fades, still
you can’t get enough.
A knife for my agony, and pity
for the lonely one,
When it comes to wandering, you
are the only one.
A blue that always darkens, a
storm that draws near,
Ironically, it’s all
nothing, and there is nothing to fear.
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