Angst

O never has life been so terrifying,

even for my existential craft.

I shall for each day be praying,

for your mercy upon my tender heart.

In the cold air my frame quivers,

anxiously awaiting the final grace.

All these pages I pen flutter,

for eternal bliss at your warm embrace.

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