At Last

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I corrupts, and is corrupted.

I recognized wrath,

I'm intimate with lust.

I am plagued with violence

and my tongue tastes control.

Everyone fears me, yet now I'm scared.

My undoing is near, but still I reach.

My lips seeking, hands searching,

My eyes roaming, heart begging,

My soul finding, and finally touching,

You. At last.

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