Woman

The tempest Violent

That rages within

The impending doom

From mounting sins

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The shadows dark

Perpetually fall

On in desperation

Abandoned heart calls

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Ever cold nights

Solitudes maddening grip

Boldly clawing at affection

Only to watch it slip

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The day so awful

Icy winds chill

Due unsung reasons

Yearning continues still

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At the apex

Of narcissistic lament

I find not adoration's end

Yet an angel heaven sent

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Triumphant from depths of sorrow

The awful umbrage of shame

Through her desperation

Her anguish cries my name

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Life’s most exigent point

Encircle each soul

Nevermore bitter seclusion

Her mystique forever I extol

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