As I drift between the Ether and the Gutter
Where Time has smoothed Despair to Sweet Sadness
You are always there
Vapor of Imagination
Shadow of a Memory
Silently offering your Melancholy Comfort
Whenever I face you
Then I turn away and continue on
My Disintegrating Journey
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