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My search neutered and disfigured by the clouds of delusion.
She came to me from the mist.
She was the teacher; she taught me that love could be possible.
Her thunderous lyric's peal distantly echoed, between purity and fragmentation.
Those were nights full of precious gems.
Our optical illusions rolled under cover.
My foolish heart believed her words.
Too soon, I would discover.
Somehow the fog lifted and all reversed.
Now, Lady Miasma shrouds her moonlight from me.
She is without variance in her facades.
That is where she left her mercy.
So little space and time to see.
I only have to see what I lost.
Time goes so fast although I thought we would last.
On the day of my birth, I disappeared to another demise.
Her pause led me to haunt the distance.
I live an ever-wide chasm from interludes without paradise.
Life is once more a restless journey.
Replaced amid the music of her moisture is my exclusion.
A pinching pain from stinging rain I can remember.
Stormy Lady Miasma disciplined my vacuous heart.