I have loved so deeply, my heart singing at mere mention of a name
Each one entered in a brilliant firestorm
Throwing open doors I never knew existed
Teacher and student, they gave to me parts of myself from long
before I had a name
They cast me out, hands pushing me far away, leaving purple bruises
The harder they pushed, the harder my heart held on, because my eyes
Could see the glory of their souls
Beyond the lies, beyond the well-crafted plots,
Beyond the carefully premeditated exits, I saw Them.
And they saw me.
But still chose an End.
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