You dress your disappointments in amber
and watch them beneathe your guilded canopy.
Feelings too fleeting
to be true.
The Empty Embrace.
This is fine by me,
This will do for now.
I want more,
expect more.
Do I deserve it?
wounded lion,
how proud you remain.
Life goes
away
far more often
than we would like,
than we would care to see.
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