She flees from me now, who once sought me out, shaping me
into a mentor when she really needed none, or maybe never escaped the role she
played her whole life, from when she sat on her teacher's knee ignoring how
much older he was than she, each since molded model of that first embrace, when
love at first evolves into hate, when it comes to her of late, no one can be
what she believed was fate, no mentor really as wise as she needs him to be, or
maybe this was never what she really believed and she steps in and out of her
life, dressed up for a time like something sublime, when in the end she must
flee those who she once sought out as love turns to hate and we no longer rate,
just a ghost there, she sees as she flees
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