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my soul

      crowded by the menagerie of solitude

my heart

      eclipsed by the truthful branch of reality

once familiar with hope, and patient grace

  Now just,...distained?,....forlorn?.....forgotten.

the dream they've dreamt

once a fastidious agreement with serenity

fallen

and crashed

and stompt.

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