Too many fragments of my spirit have I scattered in your streets.
Too many are the children of my longing walking naked among your halls.
I cannot withdraw from you without burden or ache.
You will not be cast off as a garment, but as skin I tear with my own hands.
I can stay no longer, for to stay is to freeze, crystallize, and be bound to a world to which I do not conform.
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