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each morning I wake, smothered by a blanket of guilt
can't exhale, can't speak
it consumes every vein,
carried in my blood to my heart, like poison
then I close my eyes and hope it was all a bad dream
What a potent emotion lust can be
Arrives so fast, yet evaporates as if it never touched your lips
Alone now, always alone, the emotion you taught me best
Those words you uttered so softly, echo in my head
'I need you'
in the midst of red wine and desire lust became love,
that heavenly curse.

— The End —