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1 year ago. Saturday, April 6, 2024 at 1:53 PM

 

Sinking ship, thrashing frigid waters promise eternity

 

Smiling eyes, a brilliant glow amidst the darkened skies

 

Decaying trees, forest once of beauty left to rot in vain

 

      Scarred hand, a beckoning guide to lead out of barren land

 

White room, padded walls closing in as lights begin to dim

 

     Impish tease, a sole focus in which the world shall freeze

 

Empty halls, spectral wails taunt from the shadows beyond

 

       Weathered voice, a lilting cadence to drown the noise

 

Family home, echoes of laughter soured by the hands of time

 

       Warm embrace, a shelter impenetrable and eternally safe

 

Troubled mind, frenzied thoughts pierce the veil of sanity

 

       Ultimate control, a balm to soothe the most fractured soul

 

 

 

 

 

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