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The Perverted

 

What happened to the one I was the one I used to be?
Stranger am I each time my gaze is done reflectively.
The sin I seek is often stroked leaving love denied.
An audience I feel at home among them I can hide.
Things and others badge their failures upon proud uniform.
Uncloaked and naked revealed to all despite the armor worn.
Kept are mine like treasure earned never will I share.
So near to me one day she’ll see and wonder if I care.
Ironic slave that will not master graces painful fall.
Blind more when more can be seen desperate for it all.
For a tainted soul the rich life’s sold foolish is the wise.
Of what I was are ragged garments a lie is my disguise.



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