Memories of pain,
still droning on,
to dampen the exuberance,
of my faith in you,
raging on my brittle defeats,
you run over my silent desires,
to celebrate,
your day of,
vicarious victory,
and our vested tryst,
limping along,
desperate moments,
fading into oblivion,
and as i know,
you're not as vile,
as i thought,
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