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Jan 2015
"In my room, the darkness stirs
A dim light to my eyes.
As time flies.
Is there no end to the abyss I live in?
The loneliness that craves my existence?
The lips that will never touch my own.
Yet the thought pangs my heart to no end.
To no end!

In my room, the darkness stirs
The dim light fades
As time flies"
sigh...
The-Crestfallen-Fool
Written by
The-Crestfallen-Fool  Toronto
(Toronto)   
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     ---, Weeping willow, Josie and Jamie King
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