I am done chasing those dragons in my wake.
In time, I can only hope I will tire of chasing those dragons in my sleep.
For now, I am done justifying madness whilst looking for comet tails,
and wishing for striding over seas,
the wind on your skin so cool,
the breath of your lips so venomous.
I am done chasing the memory of long lost dragons.
I have my own fire to ignite.
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