When will your last light fall...
Burning bright, yet always shining-short,
as skies behold just another star
Striving, burning, baring again and again
for the nothingness of him...
Many wishes granted...but not yours.
This heated veil covets
in hopes he might uncover
What has always been there,
during your next pass-round.
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