Sinner

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I am not sure if I am suppose to miss you,

You are nothing to me…

Mere reflection of my ability to sin.

But I miss you nonetheless.

I know you are not the symbol of love I was seeking…

But who am I to complain…

I feel no more that purity I used to be.

 My thoughts are coarse…

Daunted by your wicked gaze.

I feel damned,

Will I ever escape this crazy chase??

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