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Their language was 
one of old 
and honesty, 
They spoke alien words 
but I understood 
plain sincerity. 
They praised my beauty 
and drank me in 
never seeming satisfied, 
And basked 
in my faded spotlight 
on a withered body. 
Their smiles unending 
as they worshipped 
the only light 
in such a dark place. 
They failed to see 
that darker still 
was my broken heart, 
Knowing the truth 
about my own 
history. 
But for them 
I was a moment, 
A bright spot 
In their common lives, 
And a wonderful story 
Over brunch.

Faded 28