he gave me happiness. immense happiness, which filled me up, enough to last me through all the dry days since. while he tussled with demons, i fed on this not so secret bottle of elixir. and, in those parched days, came her. let's call her m. a delight, through and through, she made me laugh. with kindest of hearts, she lets me be.
now, he, finally, maneuvered his vanishing act perfect to the last detail. and left me staring at my empty hands. yet m still makes me smile. may she find peace.
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