Sadness is the great novel unpublished.
Sadness is the bad novel garnished with accolades.
Sadness is the grapes withering.
Sadness is knowing the hell of real.
Sadness is silence in a large beige room.
Sadness is eyes without comprehension.
Sadness is arms without love.
Sadness is the wind taking your soil.
Sadness is the slow death of everywhere.
Sadness is the time that eats our flesh and our souls.
Sadness is me here.
Sadness is you there.
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