In my youth I knew beauty.
In my youth I knew love.
In my youth I knew strangers and victims and the power of undecided lust.
At my beginning I wanted skin.
At my start I needed sin.
At the emergence of it all I wanted closure.
All of this is silly. All of this is kin. All of this is trying. All of this is whinging.
In my fullness I know so much that is beautiful.
In the stretch I know more than lustful thoughts.
In the shadows I know secrets truths and undiscovered loves.
At the end I wanted closeness.
At the end I wanted touch.
At the end I wanted restfulness and the beauty of your rust.
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