Not even half a Cretian Urn

What lies inside this dark forest

with hits hue of bluebells tingling

far greater than Thalia could even capture

I am but condemned to dwell admits the emptiness

a virtual nothingness 

longing for a dew drop of your skin

to set mine alight

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