The heart is a buried place,
A place buried in a pulse,
A pulse that's hiding, singing
Words I can't quite hear--
I sang as a gift
To a faceless audience.
I sang to defy the fates.
I sang to be a villain,
A low-born rustic
Determined to elevate
My fears and desires.
I am not magic enough
To defy myself.
If I could, I would.
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