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by Quietly Versed Oct 13, 2008
Sadness, depression /
I testify to gratitude,
an angry song so destitute,
with melody soft but shrewd.
And humbleness I've found again,
I stupor over thoughts of when,
loneliness becomes my friend.
I crawl alone,
from the happy lost that was my home,
my hands still muddied with dreamer's loam.