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The selfish guilt that rings deep in one's ears

was the only company she had left,

Like a sole ranger sailing the night skies,

he swept through her dreams in a still like motion

before the dawn could breach in

At the call of the one who remember's their dead lover one is alive despite being dead the perishable body shall only hold onto a few...

Staring at the ruined canvas with colours she detest and forms she'd never digest to view any longer, she slathered fresh hues to cover...

let it flow through you, acknowledge it, the suffering shall also have place in your thoughts now Eventually will give root to wisdom and...

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