Distressed groans at sullen dawn,
Broken needs but tears withdrawn;
Feels like ages since the spring blossomed,
This chasm of delight -
Was it destined to be shunned?
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The subtle intricacies we overlook everyday,
Are picked up by moments that prepare for dismay;
They bloat and grow, until they decide to haunt the soveriegn and wise -
These moments are unearthed for our eventual demise.