Reflections lost, Eerie Reside by Ink Soul
In words debased thy utterance devoid,
A crook graceless upon my threshold played,
Thy tricks a fevered torment to employ
As foes draw near, where shall I stand dismayed?
Mere words, like echoes, yearn for truths embrace,
In mirrors, helpless images reside,
Thine absence, cruel thorn, my hearts own space,
my sole devotion, steadfast, by my side
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