She left while my life was smoldering
in shimmering decline, the fury vacated
and honor breached, and the road crawls
onwards, there's no culpability in retrieving
an ember of hope, mooring of hope chained to
her memory, we marginalize the ruin, abandon all
victories, and escape from the fire within; you may
find the value in nothingness is all you'll ever bargain
with or own and far prosperous than tokens of silver
and gold, the lonely are always in search of cages, happy
the man who finds an early grave.
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