Black and closed,

sacked and dosed,

racked and morose,

drained and close,

supine and disposed,

desperately healing without a healer,

no stick sword to tackle the blackness,

an empty picture frame stuck in a box,

locked in that closet for all you forgot,

despair the night turns to day,

yet I am so far away,


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