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Just Diff Random Poems Daggers of dolor beginning this end
Feelings pallid, no light to send
Wrapped exquisitely in a neat little bow
Life's fancy package with nothing to show
More solemn days crept through these dreams
Tears fall to death from nearby streams
Wondering what the impact this time
Weaving my way to this life I climb
Stumbling on anima surrounded about
Tightening my grip as I clamor in doubt
How did the blow fall so hard when unready
Flailing about as my world tries to steady
Searching for peace behind someone's blue eyes
Watching instead as quintessence dies
Sometime in the early 2000s
