Desolation

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My soul screams


Into the black abyss


Of complete solitude


Not a single echo heard


Without its companion


 


Every sound


An image of its creation


No second thoughts


Of the pain


Behind its connection


 


A breath of cold


A summer of warmth


A hell with a paradise


Let alone become a prison of love


 


A love born of our hatred


A love destined to burn


And grown by


With no Love


At all

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