I hate that I live in the corner of your mind,
Pushed into a closet,
Memory will be lost in time.
Mists of my face,
Your heart will soon erase,
My soul's silhouette will not elude nor paint a trace.
Remnants of my love poured out from hence inside,
Only to find no place for true love to confide.
Tests and tricks of the times,
Heads or tails on destiny's dimes.
My head is in a question,
I seek prayer of suggestion.
I ask to be free of you as you are of me.
~K
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