Boundless Prejudice
ailing and exhausted
I cloak myself
beneath the glittering orbs
my yearning
securely clasped
one more wound in my core
vanished is all despair..
chortle or mourn
foreboding only a murmur in the wind
once wistful
I scampered baying
torment piercing my soul
I thought you mystical
and willingly followed
until treachery discarded my affection
I pray not for revenge
the infatuation was my own
I shall delight in detesting you
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