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On empty bed, tears she shed

A lonely waking day she dread

If only moon shines eons long

A sinful night won’t be so wrong

They say I ought to be ashamed

Of solitude, am I to blame?

When I am but a forlorn soul

 Denied of ever being whole

 


A random thought inspired by a lovely blogger’s six-word story. Thank you, Lori! ❤️❤️❤️

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