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A heavy cloak I wear, Woven…

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A heavy cloak I wear, — Woven from threads of pain.

A heavy cloak I wear,
Woven from threads of pain.
Each breath a whispered prayer,
A constant, gentle rain.
The world spins on, it seems,
But mine stands still and gray.
Lost in forgotten dreams,
Wishing you'd stayed one more day.
The silence screams your name,
A void where laughter bloomed.
An unextinguished flame,
In this heart, now entombed.
I search for you in sunlit skies,
In every falling leaf.
My spirit cries,
Lost in this sea of grief.

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