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In depths of swirling colors bright,
In eyes that burn with sullen light,
A shadowed world where dreams ignite,
Yet turn to ash in endless night.
A face that tells of countless woes,
In twisted void, where sorrow grows,
A heart ensnared in chaos flows,
Lost in the storm of colors' throes.
Soft lips that whisper silent cries,
In fractured hues, beneath dark skies,
A soul adrift, where hopehood dies,
And every tear in darkness lies.
For in this realm of painted grief,
Where vivid shades conceal belief,
No dawn could come, no sweet relief,
In tangled beauty hides the thief.
Yet from this melancholy space,
There's still a hint of silent grace,
A starlit tear on broken face,
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