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Hayt
Youre not what I remember
the one who taught me well
a mirror of my love
a broken fascimile.
You were born hours before
child of my bane
a gift of sacred destruction
dousing my dancing flames.
You caressed my virgin core
fingers smeared with dirt
youve forgotten youre own name
responses terse and curt.
You wish to win the galaxy
to serve until your end
I just want you to get away from me
because my hollow heart you rend.
Youve become all I feel
shadows in my eyes
they tell me youre not real
but I know they all spout lies.
Change a letter, change the game
form a whole new meaning
become the salve to the insane
useless knowledge gleaning
all important preening.
