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A Distant Memory

Uninspired to write
My soul is empty
Nothing but residue
A love that will never be

Don't know exactly how
Managed to free myself
Your magic incantation
Consumed my soul, my skin

I knew it meant nothing to you
A simple distraction
From you own bondage
From your lackluster protector

Your heart was never yours to give
A masochist I am
Hopeless romantic maybe
Had to let you go regardless

My love for you was tortuous
It burned deep within
Obsessed day and night
My first and last thought

But I am free now
Well sort of
Somehow numbed the pain
Your beautiful face

A distant memory

by Poetry Falcon

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