I Cannot Return
I'm torn between the
sinfulness of my
intentions
and my enduring innocence
Each derive pleasure from my
wavering stints,
An opening window invites
a seal pregnant with
a lost soul
Inviting you to unfurl
the sin in me
And close me shut...
Each cleft arouses the bruises
I bear
A retool can chance
a rousing stare
But to this I swear
I cannot return
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