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It was not blindness led me here,

Although I came with hope and fear,

It was not fate that drew me on,

Or idealisms I thought had gone.

It was not desperation’s dive,

That saw me fall beneath your eyes,

Nor passions flailing open arms,

Which offered up to me love’s charms.

It was not consciousnesses blanket warm,

That beckoned me into the storm,

That threatened first to suffocate,

And lay me prone upon your plate.

There was no other with helping hand,

Persuading me to abandon land,

And plunge into the drowning pool,

To taste the fruits of oceans cruel.

I fell without regretful trace,

To catch the warming womb’s embrace,

And find a blissful way to die,

And live forever in your eye.