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your purity was always so fine,
but a twist of fate, so entwined
you wanted, and pushed to find
veils of silk fronting steel
you wanted a concept of 'mine'
I turned away and callously denied
another lost chance unfound
lost, alone, I wanted to heal
you gave a kiss; as if to claim
something that I fail to give
afraid of choice, consequence
confronted, with reasons to live
to hide from that, I sought chaos
with it's freedom in creation;
made peace with it's twin
now I hear you calling again...
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