I never asked for your secrets
yet you've let me in...
inside your house of cards
I feel your eyes are darts
to reconsider my sin
in which you've lured
endured and triggered
while wishful hopes
are nibbling
as I do too to
my nails and
every time
I know
this fails! M
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