only the sword could or can help now.
a knot in which i never wanted to find myself and where i cannot be me.
i am not ready
to distill desire
nor to leave longing.
i can see smoke
where i burn.
i cannot be forced
to transform one
into another.
it is not fair
to expect this.
i must follow
my way and my star.
i will always
stay alone now ,
more so and more
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