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Anguish
The dark night persisted It wanted to stay It stubbornly insisted and noone could get in its way It had prevailed The moon was veiled Looking like it shivered at the edges It was a night in which the only master was sadness Amidst this stood a fortress It ws undeniably a hut But to the one inside In presence of scorpions and mud It looked like the dungeons of palaces The hut was supposed prettily situated at the bay of the vast sea Where the sun never waited A shadow is always seen pacing Much like the Walk of someone waiting She fills the isolation Spending the night in vast contemplation But sometimes there is a memory Snaking itself To the front once in a day A sensation of a small hand slipping In the concealed lightness of the day Her face etched with sorrows unknown Never mundane enough But an eternity slips in the labyrinth Something congruent to the verses Usurping every pain Without any known gain She is the glory of night She paces to the sound of the sea Ignoring every sight In hopes That she will feel the hand again And perhaps this time it may be able to make it ashore
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