Is this one more instance
Of that same old gist of myself?
Transmutated from memories
Projecting an embodiment
Which at first, seemed far
Now all around, inside and out
Insideout, out of true sight
And it shines, clean, clear
Shivers me with purity
Is it that false hope
Of one desired exception?
She fights to send it away
Doubts, tricks, sets-up
But here, there, anywhere
The ugly or the beautiful
When sweet or when bitter
Tastes worse, tastes weaker
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