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racing down the bloody maze of flesh
my apotheosis feuds in glorious fray
with thoughts too loud for oblivion
I wake up from the lucid grave

dawn brings a vicious circle
for I work at the mortals nook
bide with loathing prudence
the days seem so ruse

Its then, I see your hair flowing
like a river unbridled at noon
your eyes oh so sparkling beautiful
I felt its not yet the month of june

bruises and hurt from the years
seemed to die out in your allure
like a child from the house of gods
you seemed like an angel true

but over days as I watched
we never talked we never laughed
I only wanted to know you
own you as a friend would do

how heartbreaking this agonizing fate
how strange our unbounded distance
as I stare at your face; you are just
15 steps away from my desk