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All That Has Become

All that I am
Is a man.
All you are is you.
A blasphemous mark on the face of Beauty herself,
You smuggled your love out the backdoor,
Left me to put the pieces together myself.
Well I have done that and more.

All that I am,
A man set apart from men.
All you are is something you weren’t.
A change marked with sour rue,
I watched You become Not You.
All that I became
Is a man in control of his life’s game.

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