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have i witnessed it, love ?
such wicked twisted thing
wonder if it's right, what i feel
should i truly yearn this strongly
or need I let go and let be
let happen naturally
give away out and free
taint away my misery
if i do not feel
soon will i be ?
a shell of a word losing it's mean, love
if it is in the air i refuse to breathe it
if it is my destiny i deny it
it i am not met with what I seek
i'd rather not ever sit
let it doom let it sink
for i have not yet earned it
the blessing