Good Bye, But Thank You.
The antagonist, I,
can no longer pity themselves with the burden of thee;
for my heart doth speak only for me.
These cruel times in which I love,
in which vines rust and turn to dust,
in which we wake to follow free,
only to be lost in the presence of thee.
As I speak certainly not for all,
thy life is ripe, and likely ready for fall,
I hope you fair well, for unfortunately,
this is farewell.
Although I have succumbed to despair my love I not regret,
for it was rare.
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