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Considering in retrospect
the almostness of us
the thrill of exploration,
the tender dance of lust
barely even acknowledged
yet it couldn’t be undone
no sad ending to be mourned
as it never quite begun

Tormented by your demons,
my private brand of hell
I exorcise your presence
escape my prison cell
I crave a sense of purpose
the purging of my soul
an all encompassing peace
to make my spirit whole

These words I write today
your eyes will never see.
Goodbye my almost lover,
I have set you free.

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