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He who weeps
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Weeping Winter Nights
By: storiesbycrismhil
I
Every day, every night, I die,
from a curse that can never be broken.
The curse has had no remedy,
for it was timed to be there forever.
II
At nightfall does it all arise,
all the howls and blubber of my anguish.
Will delight ever come to me?
Or will my misery last forever?
III
To my dreams, the sorrow haunts me.
It slaughters every little bit of hope.
From what was left of a mem'ry.
A mem'ry of momentary delight.
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He who is cold at heart.
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Glimpse
RandomA glimpse of sadness, a glimpse of laughter, a glimpse of heartache. This, my darling, is my reality. This. Is. Me. -~•~- This is a work of fiction. Any relation between actual people, establishments, events, places, etc. are purely coincidental. Or...
