Through the evilness,
whimpered a grieved soul,
of its groveness;
an unending panorama.
While pain snuggled,
and exempting it,
of its very existence;
a sting of past was enough,
to make it roar of nothingness.
whimpered a grieved soul,
of its groveness;
an unending panorama.
While pain snuggled,
and exempting it,
of its very existence;
a sting of past was enough,
to make it roar of nothingness.
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