You heard this moment pass.
I shed my story as dead skin,
A fragile, empty shell
Hidden away again
Finished.
You brought change.
Friendship forged in delicate fire,
Cauterizing, purifying,
The union inspired
Hope.
If I was meant to speak,
It would be here, with you.
Solitary steps cannot compare
With a waltz for two,
Or more.
I return to silence full,
Your love a dancing flame.
In the cool of your haven,
My tattered wings became
Whole,
and wholly unnecessary.
viewingcamelot 
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