To stand witness o'erlooking
The past I carefully curated
To the truth I left behind
Only to round the bend and
Be greeted by a rhyme
I ran through every corner
Of my mind, tracing each
Left hand path, never finding
Anything more but another
Severed start to the last
Estranged through time to forget
What I had feared
What I had fled
Was once so dear
Was then pure dread
Caught in the recast of a lie
Until I decanted my thoughts
From the remnants lingering
Of dripping shadows that did belie
The heart I had never really lost
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