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I often carried armfuls full of stars
But lost them all — burned empty in my hands
Now I drift grey, with smoke between my palms
A scrap of soul in scars no one withstands
Now all I have to give is how to ache
An empty, hollow paradise I knew
Lost Ophir’s gold, a world reduced to ash
And deafened bells that once rang loud and true
A harem made of random, fleeting yes
Wasted years with no direction drawn
The dying sparks of kindness and of mind
And shredded arches of the victories gone
A hunted grin in crooked mirrors’ lies
Mad chimeras of all I chased before
Despair reflected deep within my eyes
And ash that grinds like sand between my jaw
A faith crammed in a coffin made of words
A borrowed certainty that fades too fast
A blackened labyrinth instead of roads
And all my turns that lead me to the past
The weight I wore — like armor, hard and blind
I dropped it all, this clutter at my feet
A shattered mix of everything I was
And silence where an answer I would meet
I stand here at the ending of my road
With no one left to ask what life could be: If life’s so precious, priceless as we’re told
Then tell me… what’s its worth, in truth, to me
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