I love her,
but would not do this.
Please preserve that sanctity she breathes.
Like light through a prism,
I avoid her.
Her refractions of light unfulfilled.
I am sorry, I watch
you behind blinds of day and night.
Please sing your words,
before it is too late,
purge my silence.
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