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The crippling pain, even gods endure, To long for a place, a memory secure. Devoid I may be, of emotion's tide, Yet still I ache when night's voices subside. A hope to hear them knocks at my door, Though the sky holds no stars anymore. The need for faces draws my eye To search for light in a vacant sky. Cruel webs of fate grant fleeting views Of what I’ve denied, yet cannot lose. Now, this longing’s the last to sever Release it, and I am whole forever.
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Oct 26, 2024
Oct 26, 2024 at 4:14 PM UTC
Last to Sever
The crippling pain, even gods endure, To long for a place, a memory secure. Devoid I may be, of emotion's tide, Yet still I ache when night's voices subside. A hope to hear them knocks at my door, Though the sky holds no stars anymore. The need for faces draws my eye To search for light in a vacant sky. Cruel webs of fate grant fleeting views Of what I’ve denied, yet cannot lose. Now, this longing’s the last to sever Release it, and I am whole forever.
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Oct 26, 2024
Oct 26, 2024 at 4:14 PM UTC
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