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My heart aches, a hollow sound,
Like wind through ruins, lost and bound.
A heavy weight, a leaden stone,
Where joy and laughter once had flown.
The vibrant hues have turned to gray,
And shadows lengthen, day by day.
A silent scream, a muffled plea,
Lost in the vast immensity.
The threads of hope, once woven tight,
Now fray and break in fading light.
A fragile shell, a broken wing,
No solace that the hours can bring.
The memories dance, a cruel ballet,
Of moments stolen, slipped away.
A phantom touch, a whispered name,
Fueling the ever-burning flame.
And yet, within the deepest pain,
A flicker stirs, a gentle rain.
A whisper soft, a fragile seed,
A hope that blooms, a silent creed.
That even in this aching void,
A strength remains, to be employed.
To mend the cracks, to heal the scars,
And find the light among the stars.
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