It was deeply growing on me
The shadow of my loving past
Accuring nothing to my present
But a full grown skeleton of a tree
Baring all on it's slender branches
The fruits of my sour loving pain
The peeving wounds flickered down
The spotlight of the dark light
Nothing visible healed me of its forth
A long range of saddening life
Made a dent to the body like a crater
And plunged me deeper into an abyss
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