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as this wolrd gently weeps, I walk alone, the moon in my eyes as I drown my feet in puddles of bereavement, the pit-pat another requiem for dreams that have been submerged in the moisture. My feet sink into the mud as my tears blend and conform with the rain on my face. I long to love but live to hate, my solitude is now my fortitude. The moon is my companion, and tonight I will weep for him.