Watching curtains closing, night falling, sorrow fulfilling
it's promise of crying, teardrops falling plentifully into
chalices of emptiness.
A lonely place secreted inside, always with me, never able
to let go of it through happiness or joy at times.
A permanent fixture, sitting in an abandoned heart, wanting
and needing unconditional love, caring and compassion.
A tainted and saddened purity of innocence, sitting at the
entrance of this life.
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