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by Ocean Chant May 26, 2021 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
In habitude, but futilely, The caring gestures Look for you. Yet, Are shunned By the absence of your warmth, By a pain-stained remembrance, By a river of tears, of hope Rotten into tears of lost hope. Bis. Bis. I reach, In habitude, but futilely.