I am the dull one, the
boring friend, overlooked
bearer of bad news, repository of
sickening confidences,
soaker-up of blood, testator,
greeter of invaders,
teller of tales at their tables,
my place getting farther and
farther away until I can
barely see the crown I once
nearly touched, a relic
embalmed in aspic,
forever denied felicity.
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