A body forced into the furnace,
A star lost from the firmament,
A number deleted from the android, -
all the same.
Willingness does not matter -
Out of sight,
But not out of mind, -
persistent pain.
I would have taken a different road......
had I known,
but it is too late now.
The last day's parting
floats like hyacinth
on a turbulent stream.
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