Weighted Clouds

Looking away from her disapproval

Every breath in disappointment

Others fly to a finale from, meanwhile I’m boring

Bringing her down to an unforeseen ground

Draining every last joy from thoughts once vivid

Sighs extending sorrowful arms anywhere else must better

My freshness, gone.

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