Those beings cloaked in light, casting their dark intent before me,
Were unnecessary from the start.
My secret admirer essence has run dry.
Stalled since I could drive.
I now suppress the stuttering beat of my patchwork heart.
Presently the course has been set for more narcissistic means.
With the jaws of life sharply sinking in,Certain presumptions are stretching far too thin.
So, I release my hold.
Letting the four winds steal me away,
To a land that time forgot.
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