Inconsolable 3
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I journey each night like a saint
In the holy rosary of dreams.
But you never come back to me.
Your lost somewhere in shadowlands
The beauty of trembling stars
Cannot compensate for your loss.
I feel like a dry bone in the desert.
I feel like I've died a thousand times.
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