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The air so thick with blackness A knife could slice it through The mind shrouded in darkness Any light would snuffed be too The soul enchained in sadness Crushing fetters of grief so blue The spirit doused in coldness Icy grip of memories, tis cruel Dark night of my soul's distress Sunrise, nay none in view. My world of obscure somberness No glimmer, no ray, no dew. My unending  night, comfortless my constant companion you Never you left me friendless My dark night, ever so true.
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Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
Loneliness of the Soul
The air so thick with blackness A knife could slice it through The mind shrouded in darkness Any light would snuffed be too The soul enchained in sadness Crushing fetters of grief so blue The spirit doused in coldness Icy grip of memories, tis cruel Dark night of my soul's distress Sunrise, nay none in view. My world of obscure somberness No glimmer, no ray, no dew. My unending  night, comfortless my constant companion you Never you left me friendless My dark night, ever so true.
shibu-varkey
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Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
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