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deep in the abyss

a weep muffled

can’t be heard

felt or cuddled

you were hurled

down the hollow

alone and forlorn

there was nothing

you can do

there was no one

to save you

little spirit

deprived of blithe

you were supposed

to be here

to be among

the dear

to be babbly

and sanguine

but now that is

all a delusion

as here you are

lying underneath

disposed very quick

howl no more

my little one

my wings

will fly you

to the up above

and there

you will have

the one thing

you miss to have

she that’s supposed

to give you this

is now confined

in a hellish place

called  regret