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The Offer
The sun never stops setting on this day
a continuous buring haze of violent chomes,
streaching a engulfing the losy horizons to my West.
These seasons never end here, the Autumn is something perennial,
much like the writhing desperation which was played upon those fields.
Just how many years? Five?
You offered me the drug and I accepted it, ingested it.
I crashed myself into the setting Sun.
I burned and burned your months afterwards, the
Fires raging withoug ceasing.
The obvious choice stop before me, always there, always passed.
We were so hopeful in those days. You and I both, or was it just me? But there was hope somewhere...
Perhaps in another time, another place, another branch...The old Grue and the Green Man walk hand in hand, in fields of fuschia and scarlet, together by the edge of the World.
Safe and secure in each other. I know those old ghosts reside somewhere....far from me, out of reach, exiled.
I do not miss you, I miss the person I thought you were.
But you died so I guess everything ended the way it should have.
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