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The oversight forgets, as the leaves upon trunk.
The rain humidifies I have a meal when I cry dead calm.
Home: I give melancholy.
Room: of alloyed grief.
Tender the silence airs soft shouts and whines.
The footprints blanket ignores to feel,
Alive with the sounds of the pain,
I die to want to live.
Solitude you insert yourself insane you rain me in the eyes,
You open me the veins and I bleed internal. Another time...
Home: I give melancholy.
Room: of alloyed grief.
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