I make decisions, I create
into the whirling streams
does it flow like a word
of making ways
of Tiamat.
We all make our choices;
I accept what others do
for it is only a passing
of what they need
and so do I.
There is a difference
we are not the same
but like a dagger
which is pierced
it dissolves.
In the Houses am I
for a temple made
I am always yours,
I am yours,
yours.
It becomes
smaller
small
tiny
,.;
a wing
torn
off
I
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