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Fashioned by the Maker, sought by the Thief is my soul most precious.

Fragments of intricacy, pieces of essence, remnants of beyond;

Scattered from the womb, dispersed throughout destiny, hidden within life.

Steps grow longer, paths grant choices, the cold of shadows numbs.

By outward forces, invasive means, a journey becomes a search.

Light reveals darkness, darkness reveals truth, truth condemns.

A simple beacon, sentiments beckon, bonds loosen, a new path emerges;

Introspective hills, ardent valleys, no footprints, no destination in sight.

Hints of fragments, proof of pieces, thoughts of remnants propel.

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