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You flip your fingers through your ever shining locks and gracefully saunter through the halls The heads turn as the masses gleefully greet and smile at the beauty of how your pieces are placed together oh so precisely You held power, plenty of it And I was in the way It was strange to see the reactions on the faces of familiars when I told them of the crushing things you could accomplish. None wanted to believe that such a beauty could hold such a bite. And I tried to convince myself of that too. Plentiful years have passed and all have moved on Yet I stay stuck in these empty halls Wondering why your bite took so long to become infected Wondering what remedy could treat this ancient ailment.
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Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 1:02 PM UTC
The true betrayal
You flip your fingers through your ever shining locks and gracefully saunter through the halls The heads turn as the masses gleefully greet and smile at the beauty of how your pieces are placed together oh so precisely You held power, plenty of it And I was in the way It was strange to see the reactions on the faces of familiars when I told them of the crushing things you could accomplish. None wanted to believe that such a beauty could hold such a bite. And I tried to convince myself of that too. Plentiful years have passed and all have moved on Yet I stay stuck in these empty halls Wondering why your bite took so long to become infected Wondering what remedy could treat this ancient ailment.
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Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 1:02 PM UTC
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