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Dolour

Broken gnawing at the heart's flesh.

Dying love dragging the spirit.

Frantic mind staggers to stable all.

The beams of reason crumbling

at the final kiss of destruction.

Goodbye my love, damage me no more.

Hurt each other no more.

The heart is mending,

spirit rising,

mind settling,

and my reality setting itself proper again.

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