Tears of old,
cloud my soul.
Life and death,
blind my path.
Visions of late,
tied my fate.
Misuse of trust,
crumbles my lust.
Wounds are fresh,
tears my gash.
Weights that burden,
greater my pollution.
The weakening light,
darkens my sight.
The overflowing hollow,
amplified my sorrow.
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