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It isn’t that you destroyed me. It is that you didn’t destroy me completely.

You left half of me standing here in wait. And the other …just dust in the wind.

I had grown pure as the dawn and the dew,
You had grown strong as the sun or the sea.
But none shall triumph a whole life through:
For death is one, and the fates are three.
At the door of life, by the gate of breath,
There are worse things waiting for men than death;
Death could not sever my soul and you,
As these have severed your soul from me.

– Algernon Charles Swinburne, The Triumph of Time