The Gift of Your Absence

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Your image is a reflection of yesteryear’s decline

Now a parasite of fortune, a chevalier’s decline

Lost in a hell you make deeper each waking day

Fighting love and salvation, I pray for the breaking day

When your ego breaks from its illusion of soleness

When you flow with creation and soar above soleness

The answer to lingering questions was your gift

The consolation of your company a poor gift

Our souls intersected to remove temptation

Paths left untraveled to reprove temptation


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