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She lay her heart in between my bruised hands.
Entrusting her every truth and secret.

I don't want it.

She rest her touch in my body of hushed sins.
Devoting her genuine sincerity and affection. 

I don't need it.

She breathes her wisdom in my being of sealed beliefs.
Bequeathing her whispers of brilliance and passion.

I don't deserve it.

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She takes my hand in hers,
and my world breaks into light.

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I'll never be worthy.

But, 
She's mine.

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