Woe is the dark hallows of solitude,
redundant twice fold.
Yet not just in the darkness of the night,
but in the brightness of sunshine.
Still walking the plank of loneness...
Shall I have victory over solitude?
It's bleak vines wrap around my limbs
the constraints coercing me
into the bowels of pity...
As I linger in the rivulet of reminiscence
and self doubt will I ....
Can I return?.....
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