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Nights of Loneliness,
Days of Despair,
A world that awaits,
Filled without Aspire.
Banquets without appetite,
Times devoid of thirst..
My Life'd be the first,
Like a brittle stalactite.
Breezes feeling scorched,
Breath scented parched,
All that invites me,
Are whiffs of smoke
And a world of Ash.
Days of Despair,
A world that awaits,
Filled without Aspire.
Banquets without appetite,
Times devoid of thirst..
My Life'd be the first,
Like a brittle stalactite.
Breezes feeling scorched,
Breath scented parched,
All that invites me,
Are whiffs of smoke
And a world of Ash.
Living in a world of Ashes indeed!
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