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By wistful Date: 2001 Sep 22 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.22.06.38.7699]] |
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Why did I let myself love you? I saw the leaving before it began. I knew your love was for a friend, Never for a forever. The prescience of pending pain Wounded countless times Before the knife was e'er unsheathed. And still I leapt toward its blade. Passion's flame did not erupt When first we met. And yet. . . A craving grew To have you near. I knew. It's clear: I needed to love, And you were here. |