Brand me in gold
Whole heart but not soul
Knotted in a tattered twine
Loosely bound and in time will slip
Something new but still so blue
Puzzled by a wayward grin
Juxtaposed to words that vow to never end
Expanding like a heat that will one day recede
and to whom did you cool in your crisis of fleets
Left with the ash of the flames of your youth
You try to hold on but it's the cracks in your hands the truth seeps through
Faint black stains, the only evidence left
That it ever existed at all
With every last attempt
You swallow whole
Your pride served on a platter
Like a pardon for your soul
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