The starlight in your deep eyes,
Radiates my soul,
On this fortuitous night,
Start of my parole.
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Wicked crimes I did commit,
Your touch against my cheek,
Forgiveness is found in you,
Freedom not so bleak.
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The horror on their faces,
Haunts me in my dreams,
Love that you embrace me with,
Isn’t what it seems.
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Enclosed down in your basement,
In your wicked cell,
You tell me tales of your grief,
Which doesn’t sit well.
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If only I knew you then,
Preserved what is lost,
Vengeance would not transform you,
To a bitter host.
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On my final day I cry,
Touched by you again,
My life no longer with us,
Put down in the den.
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Now I sit here waiting cold,
In mysterious space,
I long for your touch again,
Take me to that place.