Content of: Forlorn
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11/19/22 at 04:20AM
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Poetry
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Forlorn the Soul,
awaiting thee,
I need more energy,
designed for me.
When a new day
dawns on the morrow,
will it be joyful
or only be sorrow?
Sorrow seems to
own the day,
when Joy
never finds its way.
