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I have lived as prince and monk,
and never shirked the lurching groan, the weight of my path,
to the heart was dominion given,
act the compass, guide the fire that consumes unrelenting.
I remember running until my lungs turned to smoke,
to bring her treats, the cruel twist of a lapdog confused.
And I watched her eat them and adored her.
The smell of another man on her skin still unnerves me,
it's the aroma of second best.
Not even a baptismal fount can wash dirty secret out of love,
my pride will bare no shame.
Not for all her confusion, not for all the potential,
not for all the butterflies slick with thrills.
Lessen the worth of the reflection internal,
and I will show you a lesson not worth anything,
if you have to learn twice why tracks were worn down cheeks,
then a deserved fall may you have.
