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when she is hurt, she shows it.
there is no use in hiding it,
since you need to see it,
since you are the one saving the world.
she has infinite patience for your decision
her decision is your decision,
but not the boring normal misogynist
dream, her hurt does go through
the motions, there is surprise,
distancing, a regret
you didn't take the easy route
when you had the chance.
but you know, there is always forgiveness.
it is there clearly,
in a button, an instruction manual.
perhaps you have to collect
artifacts and hours
and string them into a path,
but you know that some road
somewhere, some decision tree
will bring you back to heroism,
and her arms.
when she walks into a room
there is music
like a prelude to a happy ending
even in the darkness.
like a prelude to some liveable
endless finality.
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