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under the soft candlelight’s glow we tread,
each flicker, a truth unveiled, in shadows spread
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into the thick where darkness laments and sighs,
paradox deepens beneath the starlit skies
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on this dim-lit trail, until the rising sun
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Tag: cinquain
morose
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sullen Emery’s soul,
bones his canvas, sorrow’s toll,
in each piece, he’d find,
life’s beauty, redefined,
from the morose, art would extol
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