Sometimes, it's accompanied
by an ache that knows no depth.
A longing that can never
be met, a pang of sorrow
that tucks you into bed
and greets you in the morning.
Lanterns light the path,
burning with invariable melancholy.
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– NoeticNonsense (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: August 23rd, 2026 10:24
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