weareneverkelecaster

a swift
d
e
s
c
e
n
t
oh
my
heart!
is not this
melancholia
this ache of old
once so familiar,
close now upon me
in all fierceness and terror
as once more the darkness,
it calls out & in utter desolation
and bereft i lay there forgotten and no more

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