Within this world I cease to astound the people I love, Deep is the mire I have sunk under the sky above. Time moves over to cover the veil, No longer the person they want to hail. Morose in my wandering so I do tread, To talk to me, others do dread. Alone in my thoughts of discomfort and gloom, Awaiting an insidious internal doom.
Vaughan Truelove
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