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Disquieting Reflections
I can't help but wonder
about the root of my malice.
Is it truth or is it blunder
pushing me to avoid a kiss?
It's these disquieting reflections
that cause blackness and antipathy,
because we hate all of the ones
who hold traits we also embody.
I can't help but decline
any relations that could ensue,
regardless of the heart or mind,
I fear in me what I loathe in you.
It's these disquieting reflections
I see when finally you've gone.
There can be no true absolution,
so long I deny myself one.
about the root of my malice.
Is it truth or is it blunder
pushing me to avoid a kiss?
It's these disquieting reflections
that cause blackness and antipathy,
because we hate all of the ones
who hold traits we also embody.
I can't help but decline
any relations that could ensue,
regardless of the heart or mind,
I fear in me what I loathe in you.
It's these disquieting reflections
I see when finally you've gone.
There can be no true absolution,
so long I deny myself one.
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