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Immoral Saviours

I know it’s wrong,

But I did it.

Now it’s gone,

And I miss it.

It cannot bring solace.

Fulfilment? Never…

Sorrow, a red face.

No smiles, no forever.

An end now is wise,

And I cannot deny.

Am pleased an end to lies.

So why do I still cry?

I am emotionally tied.

Despite my denials.

So to myself I lied,

Put myself through trials.

Now my heart is paying,

For its lustful favours.

In future I’ll be staying,

Far from, immoral saviours.

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