A piece of soul that once fit mine
Hides behind a curtain fine
Shall it return from whence it came
Or stolen, was it, by another name
A gaping hole that darkness filled
Wishes not the truth revealed
For fear of the uncertain path
Produces hesitant wrath
An escape devised to free the piece
Calls all anxieties to halt, to cease
Will in time reward be found,
Or shall one stumble on unfamiliar ground?
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