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Sometimes you visit me,
your ethereal presence
revives hopes
that remain wounded
when waking up to the harsh reality.
My heart is captured,
impregnated with nostalgia
Amidst currents
that carry away memories,
among breezes that caress
the remains of yesterday
Amidst grey clouds
laden with absences,
where I seek to breathe,
to mitigate this anguish.
Loneliness is this emptiness
that expands,
sorrows that drown the soul.
Solitude of lonely souls,
of childhood without warmth,
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