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My senses took flight
along with my will to resist
the onslaught of desire
for one who’s preoccupied (with reason)
by responsibility.
I’m fighting a battle
against loyalty and love,
the pauper and the prince
who’s privileged to have the honour
never meant for me.
I cannot lay claim
to what I never possessed,
there is no gain,
The only option: sever my loss
and I’ll be free.
My senses returned
along with my strength
to break every chain
binding me to nothing
but tormenting misery.
Butterfly.
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