Loss
My first days dependance
The feeling of a souls laceration
Rivers of autumn flow unhindered
The crevasse of the abyss is left
Morning comes with remembrance
The score grows yet thins
Fading is the memories iniquity
A new dawn yet the rooster never crows
New light flickers but never ignites
Gone is hope with remembrance
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