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depressed lil bro

 his eyes flood, a torrent of rain and 

    his sighs are deep like the hopeless, hopeless, bottomless





pit,


of no return.


he paces like a feral tiger, as he grieves for his loss

                                                                            his love

                                                                                    his forsaken joy



it is like one of the shadows

you see it, its there!

but always always

just a 

glimpse of what really is


the almighty, the powerful, the wondrous

ipad

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