My mind reals still from
A dream many days past.
I pick at the scars
It has left behind.
I seek to rid myself
Of the confusion and
Worry The Goddess'
Words left behind.
A man so strange
Kills my love, a stranger
That looks like me.
In time I might
Know the meaning.
I just hope
That the dream
Was but a dream
Not a warning of
What is to come
For Daniel, my
Russian love.
He is my
Divinity made Flesh.
He is all
I truly
Care for.
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