It was an abyss of loneliness,
I reverently drew a figure
on my silhouette.
With
ink and illusion,
I framed it
and left it
with its roots.
Years have passed,
it remains unchanged
but
I've liberated myself
from many a bondage.
Now
I swear
I'll not try anything
on my silhouette.
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