Love watches happiness misshapen with sorrow. As, it rolls soft as the ocean shore in the ridged Midnight air. With no look back it holds captive the sunshine That heats the gaiety in so many.
Strangling it with the heavy clouds of acid That melts the moment. In darkness it hides. Waiting for the cue of happiness to strike and when it shines, Despair is awakens from its slumber To only take the last remaining hopes humanity has.
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