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Water dribbles past the icy sheath
and pummels sandstone with its shine
the sorrow that escaped me this past week
Has come full force to make up for lost time

And though I bid the specter "go"
It listens not, for madness cannot hear
It fumbles with the past till I don't know
if laughter lasts, for I know only tears

Fog comes to smother all the light
And chuckles softly at my sobbing breath
It blows out streetlamps in the dead of night
to fill my thoughts with darkness and with death

- Obscure
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