Comfort?
Bloodred tendrils, heavy, damp sway
In canyon breezes, clumsy, dancing-
Echoes of counterfeit joy
That can exist only in
Deeper chasms.
In canyon breezes, clumsy, dancing-
Echoes of counterfeit joy
That can exist only in
Deeper chasms.
Key Words : Misery, comfort, better problems, misery loves company, make me feel better
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The miserable find comfort in observing a more acute misery.
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