The Saddest Dusk
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The saddest dusk emerges in this hollow world.
Sorrows cut so deep, they cannot be grasped by words.
We reach out for miracles, but there is only
Stark silence. We look for the wild rose of Beauty,
But there are only thorns. Promises are broken.
Fragile empires of the heart and soul rise and then
Fall perpetually; until we're overwhelmed.
Now we are merely marking time in twilight's realms.
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