Obscure The Paths
Of Meadows
Are Empty Without You
Dying In
The Prolepsis
Of Heart.
I am missing you
I am missing you.
Solo Conscience Of
Sadness Is Making
A Noise Of Emptiness
And That Emptiness
Is Your Absence.
Where I am Feeling
The Insecurity Of
Juxtaposition Space
In A Melody Of Absence
In A Melody Of Absence
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