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In the realm of despair, a poem takes shape,
Expressing the depths of hopelessness, its landscape.
A somber melody, woven with words,
A reflection of darkness, where hope seems unheard.
The poem weeps in verses, heavy and slow,
In the realm of despair, a poem takes shape,
Expressing the depths of hopelessness, its landscape.
A somber melody, woven with words,
A reflection of darkness, where hope seems unheard.
The poem weeps in verses, heavy and slow,