Of french windows, dewed obscure panes
I have paced around much, aching my calves
Only in the wish of my love's embrace
Those long nights of endless whispering
Have brought me to this distressed state
I rebuilt me, I deemed it to be my perfecting
To become your shadow, challenge my fate
Some nights of summer, clears the dew
As I look through, It looks like the floor beneath
My eyes are now oblivious to anything new
The mind grows blind to what it has bequeth
As I walked today, along the empty hall
My entrails felt caved, violently clawed
My fortitude had crumbled, this was my fall
You left me in spite, for my soul was flawed.
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