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Loneliness is a barren land; No shelter, no sanctuary,
Just a stony desert where no plants grow.
Desolation as far as the mind can reach.
Tears are not enough to germinate the seeds of hope,
So hope has died, shrivelled by the pitiless icy torrent of despair.
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Minerva Creswell
10-2-02
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