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Gift—give
heart—soul.
Pretend
until
you hear
the call.
Joy—hate
for you—too late.
You lose
control…
Did you have it
at all?
Was it you—
your shadow,
who suffered,
crawled?
Do you even know?
Do you want to know?
Trade—take,
embrace—heartbreak.
You’re safe
alone.
The dawn
will wipe
the stains
of your fall.