Walking Away

Inhaling deeply the scarf she lay round my neck as I kissed her goodbye for what I felt was the very last time, sure that when I returned to her it would be forever - exalt my senses does the rich redolent amber commingling with the scent of her cool detachment, the mercy which takes nothing yet gives all, selfless in the face of my suffering.
I walk back into my other life - what the Harpy will do who can know but witness the moment I walk in the door reeking of happiness. Her cunning manipulation preys on my cursed obedience. Though now I feel my allegiance shifting.

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