This pen
The cruelest blade
The power of
Merciless words to endear
With clinched fist clinched teeth
And burning words
I take my leave
Embers
Memories
Charred remnants
Of all that we had
The demise of
All we were
Wisdom
Of futile years
Affinity ceasing its wintering of me
A final look
One last glance
And burning words I take my leave
Embers
Memories
Charred remnants
Of all that we had
The demise of
All we were
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