In deepest, darkest soul s corner
a light shines forth, that blazes like the sun.
The star that didn't attain its super nova,
Still sparkles, warms a bit, although forgotten one.
An old love's altar - come to it in silence.
and sit with knees clutched. Dream of could have beens...
Strange fear grips me, half forgotten violence.
I don't see a man, see just his sins.
My tears ebb. A pure abode -
sweet memories...
I chose to keep a few.
The others hurt too much, foreboding
they bring. Not peace, not love,
there's nothing to renew.
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