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soulless am I that cares not for me,
for myself, for the stars.

decades, it seems, have gone with a sigh
and my shell sits watching lovers go by
Oh, me, where have you gone
and
what have you done?
You can wonder over yourself,
you can wander over the country
Yet salvation you seek is out of reach
IT is gone, it has fanished with an act.
Quick, with eyes of the eagle
and fox movements,
draw the blade
light the smoke
and smile.