Pygmalion's pine for his Divine...

An allegory of my longing...

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2. Of moments lost to smouldering Life

And even so that I try to drown... the ailing beats under the pint,

The perception of pain alleviated now... the prevalence of the self dimmed,

And when moments are lost to a time sublime...

I start to long again...

for the hammer that my heart is... as it justifies my life it hearths,

The ember that my life is... as it smoulders the very dream that it breathes...

of being able to see her come alive...

the reason of my existence through the passing nights...

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