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Within this Rift of Loss
Where Grief and Shadow Dwell to Slay,
Pulling Light from Deep Inside,
Shifting All colour to Muted Gray.
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Into the chasm of doubt,
Beyond all security or intention,
Whispers mocking amidst the rivers
Of my broken and lost attention.
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Falling, crashing, tumbling,
Endlessly spiraling in empty black,
Echo of Unspoken Promises
Linger and hauntingly call me back.
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Into the thoughtless unknown,
Brave pool of lost inhibition,
Seeking Light,
Subtle, yet Bright,
To Collapse into Transition.
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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Jessica Allain
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wow….
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Thank You Friend. 😉
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Oh wow, how you describe the desolation of grief is powerful, Morgan. I try to avoid that place as much as I can because I really think I won’t come back out of it, it being so deep. Gorgeous painting of words, dear friend. Just wow!! ❤
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Thank You So Much Amsgirl. I know we both know this place of sorrow so well, and the pain is still too close sometimes, so I thank You truly for reading, for delving, and for appreciating 🙂
Blessings of Light my Friend~
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Keep on shining, dearest friend. You are beautiful!! ❤
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Morgan, this is written with deep feeling that only one who has lost someone special can appreciate. Hugs, my dear friend.
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