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I wish I knew to turn away
a kiss, a breath; a moment’s brush
returned a warmth long cast astray
and carried hope within a touch,
a look that blazed straight through my shell
and burning, saw it turn to dust
then gazing back upon what fell,
imploring me at last to trust.
To sit within and now reflect
on how such trials get their start
and learn the ultimate respect
for what can break a soul apart...
The words I spoke I know are true
(albeit patently unfair
for now I see within them grew
in you, the doubt; in me, despair)
These eyes, I wish to make them close,
not look upon another face,
allow the turmoil its repose,
no further purest hearts disgrace.
Yet still I know (my deepest fear)
that given every second chance
I’d choose the same that led me here
and freed this broken soul to dance...
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