Fly On Your Mended Wing

Do you recognize me now?

Unmasked from the tears and hate that beforehand lay impaled upon my features.

The life I sought became the life I didn’t deserve.

To you I was just a somber boy with a revived heart of paper.

To I you were the world written on a parchment of the Gods.

This day I know you are encased in a new dawn

of surreal.

The path chosen by yourself all but reflects the love and lies shared with

many countless others riddled with the devotion of none.

Rust tainted failures.

So with this final signature, at the heart of a new strange day,

I bid you farewell and a gratuitous quintessence.

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