so there you are once again
expected and nothing new
as an onlooker, observing
from the outside looking in
here I am, tepid, me and my
mercurial temperament
rinsed of midnight’s anguish
and the bloodshed of the fight
not foolish enough to think
that you’ve come around for me
I have come here before you
for your touch, absolution
giver, great giver; I’m a burden to
this land with what I’ve become
disobedient; I must go now and
ready once more for the night
(my photo)
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