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Drawn
quarterforth
and gone
Self aside
True to hide
An infliction of memory
Reclusive to the point of reversal
becoming
Thrown
half a step
and found
Bitter denial
Blessed isolation
A restraint of generosity
Polite to the point of insanity
degrading