atrophy
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Leaving a hall of discord and
Still grieving for all my mistakes
Then returning
I'm seething at what I have found
And the counsel of higher life
Still leaves me burning
I let love go,
Like so many grains of sand.
No matter how I tried,
It slipped right through my hands.
Though I remember embrace in fondness,
I cannot deny;
That dearest love's untimely departure,
