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you left me to the wolves of regret,
which ravage my body
with a savage remorse.
what manner of beast
willingly does this
to another thus?
was it in the realization
that love proved
too much a burden to handle,
that you gracefully walked away;
untouched and slightly affected?
whichever the particular version of the tale,
however sweetly spoken the phrases,
i with closed eyes half-opened
maddeningly pursue
your ghost
in every following romance;
the heart left wounded
and dissatisfied
in your departure.
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