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Stifled cries, repugnant protest

Of my supposed heritage

Aided by the nectar of gods

And the sounds

Of long dead composers



The deceased passion

Refusing any attempt

Of resurrection

Though the pain

Persists



Gliding through time

I evade the temptation

Of her fleeting gaze

And proceed the pursuit

Of tranquil salvation



Alas, newborn memories

Penetrate all attempts

Of defiance

And the pain

Persists



Bidding farewell

To untravelled roads

I welcome the perspective

And wisdom

Of a thousand stars



And the pain... leaves