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This eternal onset,of what has died

I am but alone,in this very cruel place

Lover's warmth, now crushed and extinguished

My mind, it says I must awake thee soon.

A literary lantern burning so bright

With hopes in felt desire, turns weather to vane

The sky, in colors rising from under blue.

I mask pain with a smile, but inside a moan

It resides, and then in anger lithers away

Waiting for tomorrow, another day

I improvise verse in the mirror, full

If only for a way, an hour, a glance

'Til the stars and heavens fade, til time stands still

Then I've decided that the end was really near!