Non-Erotic PoetryI ForgotI fogot about the need
until I didn't have you;
then the restlessness arose
right from my bones.
There is no conquering this.
I've prayed it away
a thousand times over,
but God has clearly said no.
Take up my cross
and let me surrender,
for this is too big,
too deep,
too much.
I must face it,
this is the real me.
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