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Dragon

You keep trinkets

of all lovers past.

Coveted effigies

of your worth.

Expressions of their desire

you could never return.

For you are a sickly dragon

wounded,

astride your bounty.

Waiting for the next fool

to enter your domain

ready to claim his heart

as your next prize.

Yet, it will never be

enough

and all that shall remain

are memories of treasures,

worn idols

to your solitude.

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