The diligence of a scholar,
alienated from the world,
has resulted in a row of glittering prizes,
on the shelf,
perhaps I'm doing it all,
to feel worthy of you,
but I'm losing the game,
consumed by my reading during the day,
every night is the same,
I return to your arms in my dreams,
no matter how hard I try,
to forget you when I'm awake,
how do I forget you at night?
My longing for you,
is an animal within me,
desiring to escape civilization,
and lose itself in your wilderness,
sheltered by you,
my refuge from the world,
the others desire glory and fame,
but you make me want to forget my own name
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