The Thorns Of Absence
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The thorns of absence wound the fragile heart.
Cruel time tends to harden the soft, sweet rose
Of dreams; until it becomes nightmare dark.
It seems that no verdant flowers can grow
Within the cold kingdoms of loneliness.
Only memory's withering bouquets
Are present in those grey, unchanging realms.
There's no way back to former, golden days.
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