There goes the light that was burning in your eyes,
A pleasant deception now a worn down disguise,
No more questions, pondering, or begging to know
The essence and basis of the thoughts that you hold…
So far from me all this time,
So far out of reach,
Finally right in my grasp,
In the grip of my teeth
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