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Today I lie in the ashes of my own passion, the ruins of reckless self-obsession.  I sought to outthink my mind, herself,  the prevailing ruler of all that concerns me.   
It's 2am The time I lay thinking about you thinking about all the mistakes I've made and all the regrets i have these past 2 years.
It's 2am and I think of you My heart flutters at the thought of your touch Your fingers on my skin; I the portrait and you the paint brush I imagine your lips soft like flower petals
I am broken glass, yet you still try to touch. And I know you were taught to stay away from sharp objects.
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