Lingering thoughts of quiet despair
And the night it stands in wait
Brokens hearts I cannot repair
Nor tempt the hand of fate
Desperate measures do not ensure
Nor do they create
A pleasant pause we must endure
In efforts our souls we sate
as always, wordsy "a thin trail of whispers
across a wandering mind
faint flashes of fantasy
that I often find
merely jaded shadows
of who I used to be
they fill with words, my pages
for all the world to see"
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