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[invisiblepoetry]

My decisions are clear
I have no time
To fall in love
Or projec the
Obseesion of
My desires
With the pyre
Of poetry

You see
This is something
That scares
Worse than nightmares
When I was three years old

I will not offer
Or sacrifice
Or speak

My heart is to strong
To be the weakness that
We seek