the Morning of Mourning

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The night was lost in dreams
The silence broken with screams.
Moving pictures rush through my mind
All I see is your face, it is so divine.
Wretchedness grows inside of me
It builds on the notion that you
Will never love me.
My dreams haunted with a fantasy
Where you speak the words I long for,
I love you…
Dawn is approaching.
Now beings the Morning of Mourning.

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