I, exceedingly apologize,

this weary heart refused to an extended loyalty,

how was I to do so before empty eyes?

Laid upon hands entrusting safe buoyancy,

held tight as resilient fingers would allot me –

Farther the light beckoned to flee,

spirit took flight on a departing steed;

Harder the night insisted a devouring that in which made myself glow,

stepping upon mine own guard to bring ye within already punctured soul....

What's another disappointment to carry in tote?

Eventually, stagnant memories fall down the most convenient holes.

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