I do not ask or set out to test, because the truth of it I mustn’t be told.
Knowledge of how much power I still, or now no longer do, behold.
Not ready to be loved again, by him with his ways, any more or any less.
Either scenario would lead me, inevitably, to a state of most unbearable distress.
I resign myself instead to play a poker-faced stoic—avoiding the periphery—I’ll not crumble or fold.
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