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I see it in my dreams. . .
It comes closer, becomes larger.
Floating ahead of me, in the empty blackness.
What it is, I still can't tell. . .

This yearning inside of me,
Growing constantly,
Trying to reach out to the world,
With invisible hands.
Desire, it is a dreadful foe,
Consuming everything it sees fit.
What I would do to devour it,
To conquer it, to extinguish it.
"Let me out!" I say to it,
But it will not let me go.

There is something in my mind,
Tugging slightly, constantly,
Way back there in the cluttered mess,
And I almost remembered.

Desire it was, knocking on my door.
The desire for something,
Something again. . .
I can't put my finger on it,
I still don't know why. . .
Maybe it was to go back home,
Or grow wings to fly. . .
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I can hear the song of my burden,
The humming of the soul.
I can feel it burning deeper,
Deeper within my soul.
It flickers like a candle,
Wavering in the wind,
This song, I can feel it,
Is rising from within.

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Penned by my hand on the 6th of Daedalan, in the year 261 AF.