I am soul destroying black, Life has painted me like that. I no longer see the sun, Nor starlight in its nightly run. I live in achromatic gloom, Caged by walls I cannot see. No longer is there poetry, Though I once new Calliope. Fairest of all Muses, Why hast thou forsaken me?
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