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The Restless Fugitive (Closed)
The Restless Fugitive
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Oh hear! You are nothing to me,
Not a scratch on the heart, or torn lung, nought.
I crumble at your presence but I know not why, I am bound, tied, tested.
Collect your belongings and flee, flee from the scene,.
I need you not, foul Damascus blade!
Perfect symmetry? Once, it existed between us, it is now shattered.
Like the kaleidoscope of summer, you must soon fade, spent,
I wish to see no more of you, feel no more of you, cry no more for you, be gone!
I am now my own discovery, spending dreams to trade for lovers, dead.
The Closing Line of Lysander's Flock, by Duffy Brandybuck