Darkness.
And in the darkness sun.
And a burden fills the air
As the sun goes down.
A burden of unfinished love
But more than that
A burden of unstarted love.
Heavy is the air to breath
Heavy and unpleasant.
For love is just a shadow,
A shadow of the unborn warmth.
Darkness.
And in the darkness nothing.
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