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The starless night sky bewails its pitch darkness, So does my heart - enervated with abating verve; ’Tis an unsettling gloom that shrouds...

What is consciousness, if not, self-preserving? Defined by a characteristic non-transience, Amorphous and inexplicable by tangibility -...

Yes, this night might be weary, Vexatiously unsettling and dreary - The cauldron of desperation’s brewing, Manifestations of fears’...

’Tis the charm that swayed me, Whilst gazing into your amber eyes A suppressed emotion engendered free - We are more than just amiable...

I was inept, Scared and lonely, Found a new solace in thee, A propitious chance to redeem myself – To bask in the glory. ’Cause I was...