Seeping sorrow can’t be quenched by any assortment of
platitudes given by anyone.
Deepest depressions in life’s armor, gathering rust and
eroding inner personalities with a figment of tenuous
imagination, felt with a sorrow, driven by flat tones
and falling rhythms.
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