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What is this pain?

My heads in some no gain strain!

Starring at your senseless domain

Must you fill it with sufferings like pain!

Stares at your human restrictions of times gone by

A once existed space of grace got erased from the face of this place

Like each that fourth comes…an eventual fade!

Parts of the existence of inevitable things unmade…

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