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In shame, cries quaking soul of mine. Guilt suffocates my pounding heart full of desire. To want you, to want a home, how is this too much to ask for? To want you, to want happiness, how is it that I keep falling short of peace?
Underserving of your love, I- I want your love; in shame my eyes burn from your tender gaze. Undeserving of your time, I- I take your soft affection, often granted.
The sun in the trees, mellow golden warmth, glimmer of colour in rain; Your light touch against my petal-thin skin, like a pat on the head of a distressed child, I- I am not who you need.
You need one who pours radiance into you as you breathe it into me. A thousand sunflowers would turn to worship you, yet, you stop at the corner of a dead-end street, purple hyacinth on asphalt.
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