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November

My sorrow is ever present
An ever-spiraling descent
My hopes in life are gone and fled
I'm left with this dark feeling of dread
My life is a gloomy November day
Desolate trees reaching out to gray skies
Like bony fingers grasping disappointment
I want to forgive but I don't
Like a cold merciless wind
That stings my face I regret instead
Regret spawns no fruit
No flowers, no warmth
November, the time of the dead and dying
November
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