It was the beginning,
Before the dawn of the evening,
Rich with promises brimming,
Even the cold wind was dancing.
It was the end,
The rules could no longer bend,
As visions and tears blend,
In a quiet space - your land.
It was the emptiness;
The dashed hopes, so helpless,
The overheated heart, fearless,
Now sits in shards in dark abyss.
Not mine, I am sanguine;
Not drunk, not asleep, but awake,
Sober to turn my back, and free,
And my presence shall remain obscure.
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