pain resounds
in the melody
of the warmth unfelt
though I recall what
never was
while these daggers
explore my mind
to find silhouettes
of an abstraction
that spoke of
in∞finity, or
an abyss of affection.
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Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life,
or whether that station will be held by anybody else,
these pages must show.
-Charles Dickens, David Copperfield
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