He came, quick, crashing on me.
Sliding out and in, with such force... He knew
It was time to leave...
And thought that I, I was going to be saved...
But he came had his way and disappointing, never showed his face again. Not even a friend.
And now here I stand. A Clif. And a hand. I am stronger than him. And I need no more judgment, what I do in my body, is not of his right. How I live in my mind, it's not his fight. He was a shadow of a dream, and nothing more.
The unseelie Knight, never fought with a sword.
I was him once in my mind in a place. We shared a moment but it was not at the same time and place. And so now forgotten the cold of the floor.
And no more remember why I called him for more. Forever this door now shut. He was my gutter, and the deep of my rut.
And now I dance, and sing and are free not for him saving, but because I am me.
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