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Imperfection

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I exile myself
for one half-god
to lick my scars.

I have not touched
you even for ages-
in words.
The door knobs remained unturned.

I let go the dust. Time
was not ripe for me.
Still I have to
find my eternal muse.

I will strive, will
look around, to smell your-
presence. A warrior
always waits for the graceful exit.
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