I know of those who wish to hide,
Their efforts are in vain.
They cannot help but fail and bide;
I am a path already lain.
To lie may be the quickening;
A blink will miss it so.
To choose and spurn potential stings
A crime that leagues among its own.
About a fetal wastecan truth-
To cite a man of God-
The touch of lovers one and two
Can meet now lover formerly not.
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