Thousand hour of January,
My door slammed.
"She must have been scared,"
I tried not to blame.
How does betrayal taste?

I imagine the forbidden!
They held her chain.
Her innocent bidden
How joyous she hail!
Death blade they gave.

And I apologize,
For my absence.
For failing to protect you
In guilt i shall remain
I cannot alter.


_kpsy
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