An Insignificant Orison
Untainted lies my fondness
Quietly inside my diary
Neither concealed nor revealed
You are my detectable lie
I wouldn’t have cared
To become a flawless solitaire
Or even if I could, to become
An enchanted shameful affaire
I am, but an unsettled wind
That can never be destined
To a place or a being
And it all transforms into a deceit
As you’ve long been stuck in my mind
This is but my blameless sin
Where I’d like to lose than win
As I desire not for being with you
But to be a lone wolf
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