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Mar 2016
truly? truly,
you know not this weight,
this affliction cast upon
my weary soul.
and, truly,
these fading skies
hold a feeble cry
that i
know all too well;
but you
are a strange one
to this serenade
that beats upon
these somber souls
and sullen skies
alike.
Black Book Poetry
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Black Book Poetry
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