At the afternoon solitude sphere,
Every sweet-lane empty seem,
The sun on the top with chirruping hear,
Dark in the room out it deem.
The pressure hits passive-pace,
All nervous gain, sense confuse,
The white-pale depressive-face
Look at mirror to know cause.
Head-ache fills in mind's acres,
Alone eyes still on some fills,
Heart seize with harmful-hackers,
Mild-mourn more remain in miles.
The unpair-unfulfil life led down,
Fall...
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