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...The coveys of migrants pass out of sight,
All gnawers are sleeping,
The lowering clouds devour the light.
In the soul of the lonely fright
Leaving me deep in the night
Along with my weeping.

Friendless and reflective,
Monstrous and defective,
Broken and depressed,
Just a sickening cross between warder and jest...

© Mechanikal Poet