Torn mind as a book sits unfound once more. Overcast sky blotch caring Sun's warmness, diffuse confidences a dawn's full bliss, consolidates a desolate soul's lore, their brief days of an annular old rune, the fading of yesteryears contemplates, the life of a destitute heart pulsates, the same as a wayward blizzard in June, sensed separation dwarfs active favor, downcast eyes eclipse the mood as fear grows, lost souls dragged into mounds of drifting snows, spoils the realm of an endless December, masterpiece frozen framed pictures hell, be of Dante's Inferno where Satan dwell.
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