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and now there is this pulling
a temptation to go to freedom
to once again love those memories
the sun's touch on cold skin
I remember those frail seconds
living glimmers in the black night
like flecks of gold in the morass
these I remember, trying to cherish
they counter the seconds of pure agony
when I stand alone with raw rock
for I lack the tools to refine what is
and I still possess what was
I have no calls for a forge to refine
no pure love to enlighten and enhance
to help me make these things into purity
to give me that small frail blessing
no my dear I cannot ask of you
what you could never really give
I can't have things that are not
can't hold onto whispers now passed
wanting those things that really are,
take me that far to find them myself
I lack the potency, but have the hope
for this is my victory alone.
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