A night of moonlight, gently it gleams, passing glass panes, and onto the floor. 
I sit alone reflecting, thoughts of melancholy aching
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The soft drops of rain fell-
Each drop a reflection of her
A flood they could have been-
While still my memories more
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Where does it go, my, oh my flawed mind
Not a safe place, searched, I have before
The voices warn me, they warn of its kind
I here wander, checked all, each a door
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Not a snowflake fell
Leaves rustle about
Gentle, cool rains
It was all that came
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I can't control it, it's that feeling,
the excitement,
lighting a candle in my cold heart.
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I lashed out, enraged at the passion,
that same passion, whose refusal now shunned,
just to laugh at my cold heart in silence,
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My mind was absent.  Sometimes, I wonder if it ever really existed?  I try to think back upon more carefree times, but of those I can't
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Each demon laughing, each taking its turn
Breaking down my spirit
For which now it yearns
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My heart, beaten, a bruise
Callousness, a nightmare it was
Challenging a crippled will
My trust, your devoted gift
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