Sinking into a dismal period of sadness,
covering me with it's shroud of glistening ebony.
Sequestering all thoughts in a bedlam of sorrow,
as I fall into an abyss, opening up to all the
tears falling from my heart.
Withdrawing from all endeavors, edging farther
away than before, from the careful gardens of
aforethought.
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