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Sorrow clouds a joy ...

shades of anguish darken her ...

as she goes to tell her beloved ...

only to tell her beloved.

The wound you have left me with ...

only adds to my beauty

My wound

I will preserve as your mark ...

that anoints my forehead

My beloved, oh beloved ...

without you ...

my life is incomplete ...

vacuous, empty ...

my life is empty ...

Carrying memories of moments past ...

with burdened steps she walks ...

her heart cries ...

her eyes weep ...

her heart resonates