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Last Updated on August 5, 2015

A short poem I wrote in 1996

The Original Sin

Passion becomes me,
As I embrace thy breast in my gaze.
…destroys me,
As I stumble in its haze.
My desire to become torments me,
My adament belief in self,
the cause of all my pains,
Yet, even in the light of such truths, I hold tight to the darkness within,
This, the original sin

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