Thru figures
Of white ghost-like alabaster
I sadly do remain
Within the pain, of your departure
And living now, to no avail.
Pain hugs my heart
And is my master,
Now living, never is the same,
I cry and hurt so much, much faster
As if all tears were in your name,
Surviving solitude not easy
A beast impossible to tame.

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