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Poet at heart
My music is usually a pretty good indicator of my mood
Buttoned-up boy
Searing flesh not your own blood
A girl hides within
Hasty fingers hook
Loops of fabric hungrily
Sound body, not mind
Closer to divine
For a moment she forgets
He remains here still
Skin aflame with sin
Akin to a God fallen
Saviours and saints gone
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