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I am no more the man I used to be,
Her fire has forged my bones in brighter light.
I breathe in verse and walk in poetry,
And see the world reborn to burning sight.
She woke in me the death I dared not face,
Then shaped it into wings of molten gold.
She turned my wounds to songs of tender grace,
And taught me truths no reason ever told.
She walks no more where mortal feet may tread,
Yet I am haunted by the paths she knew.
Her ghost ignites the lines my soul has bled,
And writes in flame the dreams that now renew.
Let others doubt what burns beyond the known,
I kissed the dark and made its fire my own. |
