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Sweet Restfulness Calls
Sweet Restfulness Calls Night time befalls me. Another storm in the distance summons. Lighting blazing down, pays homage to its sound. Life sleeps but restful I am not, calm but no bliss have fallen upon my senses. Powerless to resist, remembering all we had, tantalizing as it were, the grandeur of every word. Memories so sweet so sublime as they are, cannot remove my tender heart broken. The stabbing the pain swept across my chest, governs my ravished heart, dissolving in my tears. Anguish abounds me, torment right beside, remembering those days when I by your side. How radiant that you are, Voluptuous to say the least, languor befalls us after sweet fervors fulfill our morbid souls, swept across our bodies, enthralled with emotion. Your essence still fills the room like forests flowers scents, as if perfume drifts, like incense. Tortured am I with sweet memories, wondering my destiny unfolds. Will there be a tomorrow to enlighten my solitary soul. Overwhelming my thoughts, where is my distant storm, tormented grandeur where you once adorned. Anxiety loathing swaths envelops ludicrous homage muffled only by the distant thunder, torn and shrouded my profoundly empty solitude. Lurking in the darkness, beckoning my morbid soul, lulled offers infinite oasis, my thoughts controlled with confidential tone. Whispers all around me, subtle as they are, immense dispute docile martyr, flung upon my blazing heart. Sweet restfulness calls,
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