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Another beautiful mourning.

Creeping meloncholia forming.

I see you standing there in front of me.

My failing depth perception.

Speak to me in undertones;

And I'll embrace your spectral presence.

A broken essence.

Why did you cease to exist for me?

Forlorn figures standing in the autumn rain.

Dark and heavy clouds enshroud the habitual blue.

My tears descend my face for you.

Heavy-hearted with night-long laments for you, love.

In sorrow, but I find comfort in the feeling.

Abandon this chapter of the story.

Another beautiful mourning.

A blanket of desolation forming.

I see you in the distance, unbothered by the tempest.

A wraith waiting in the downpour, so very welcomed.

I respond to you in undertones;

As I clasp the unearthly sense of your attendance.

I take solace...

Why do you continue to exist for me?

An otherworldly inamorata.

A haunting mirage still clinging after the demise.

I lose myself once again within your eyes.

My tears descend my face for you.

Heavy-hearted with night-long laments for you, dear.

In sorrow, but I find comfort in the feeling.