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When at last the knife broke and the rat decided to cut the rope while the child lived on while the jailer dropped searching for old light in the dark from time to time blushing orchid hues will come to mind and a knock will greet when I least expect what I stopped trying to protect am I foolish or wasn't there something more heed the fleeting gales light which illuminates can burn when you call my name could there be something left to learn wading blindly into the night I saw what I wanted to if we cut to the chase what will I have kept what will I have erased from the screens that bridged and still bring me to seeking or discovering old truths am I foolish or wasn't there something more heed the patterned trails that leave us with messages to discern parting from the dark can't guarantee I won't return waiting blindly all throughout the night I felt her hold a hand for me to shake and opened up my eyes