We're searching for some type of hope
To linger ever after
Building shadows out of smoke
In the shape of vice we've most resembled
You do well to cut me off
My spot of shade is too defined now
I'll look for deeper selves to salvage
Access the wreck that gives way to splendour
Deeper and deeper
Only pausing to consolidate
The shades of sadness thicken
Further happy paths are given
You will note my pressing calm
The chill I wield like armour
I will make it through this storm
A new experience, I'll harbour
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