I dropped the attitude. I made dinner, made an effort. I set aside my darkness, my bitterness, for once. Things were better too. I took you by surprise, didn’t I Nikita, My Little Lady…? Four years ago you renewed my lost faith. You polished the heart on my sleeve. I don’t want to lose my bead on it, or my heart like a Wolf, still beating, enduring always.
About keeping sight, was last night.
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