Wherever you are now, I am with you still,
Up to my old tricks, eager to learn new ones…
Maybe there are higher forces after all!
To hell with life!-I’m unrepentant, unreformed.
From you I somehow never recovered;
The virus was treated, yet inexplicably lingers on,
Evolving new strains to perpetuate the dream
That might have even made me a better man.
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