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Beyond this desolate orchard

I still feel your spirit

Caressing my hair as I

Fall into the abysmal depths

Of my self hatred and inner afflictions

I thought, you were everything-

to me

But these discordant screams

Keep me up at night

Every time I'd fall...

I'd fall for-

This howling night

In this endless winter

Breathes down my neck

So just forget

As I remain

Hanging by the withering tree

Left to rot alone...