unable to decide for the self,
seeking a master to look up to.
patience may be a virtue but what else is it for when wait turns to waste?
soaked in lust that you hungered from before,
turned away i must.
nothing has been right.
i seek your love,
you seek my lust.
i quenched for your soul,
you hungered for my body.
winner is decided.
i'll be walking away from this game stripped from my dignity.
with nothing left,
i'll be wandering with the shadows until a light embraces me to a new leaf.

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