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Salvaging the Ruined Privilege
This life is a poisoned glory.
Gloried and poised, it's only a temporary
Illusory bulwark of an elusive heaven.
Darling, I have worn sores into this Temple
I can't plead innocence
For all the times I pulled the purple veils
Over my better judgment.
I have sold goods to the devil
And worse, I have tried to excuse myself.
Baby, please don't hate me.
Don't pull away so harsh when I try to kiss you
I'm not that ugly. Baby, you
You said it would all be okay.
Look, I've stayed strong for us,
I've kept steady believing in the light,
And we'll melt softly into death.
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