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Bilbo poetry: depressing Sansukh edition.

Ey, you all knew it was coming. Don’t look at me like that.

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I sit inside this empty room

Alone inside my head

Echoes of love within this tomb

Broken sobs of the dead

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Ragged halves of a whole

Cursed to be forever apart

A tortured soul

A broken heart

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