That was a speed exit, done as it ought to be, expected it, all foreseen,
Those brutes be fickle , sick to the groin ,but sleek the scenes!
Heal your wounds! Once damage done, thence comes none concerned,
Seal my words , wrath’s transient, seek back your place with it’s consent,
Be late – back / laid -back , not to fade again but be around , and watch the show,
Indifference rules when hate’s a waste of your  time and sense , for your foes
Melt not my love , not  just yet , burn and turn vapor , confuse your presence
Change forms ,Rain hail storms , avenge in silence ,  soothe your burns!
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