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Jan 2014
Lonesomeness is in the beautiful sounds of birds in flight,

Lonesomeness is in the way the blue of your favourite sweater ages by welcoming a solemn grey presence,

Lonesomeness is in the monstrous whiff of a corpse,

it is the most powerful when woven into memories of a loved one, forever gone.
Lunath
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Lunath
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