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Upstairs in your room

I wanted so much to touch you

Before I left.

But how could I

Destroy the world you knew

Infect it from outside?

Desire conflicts again

With respect as I look at you

And know that I will go.

A littered trail

Of regrets and words unsaid

At least you remain.

Hands that will not soil

You were always made for purer things

Before I left.

 

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