Receiving thoughts of love and storing them deeply within, saving them for days of abandonment, when no one cares to be around you.
Lonely forethoughts rise and fall beneath a skyway of blackened clouds, awaiting their time to drown any interior solace with whatever falls from saddened, tear-stained memories.
Coagulating every particle of sorrow and using them to prolifically expand knowledge from poetical views, bringing it eventually into wisdom's corner forever.
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