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Sins

I feel so dirty
So unclean
Nothing pure
Sin seeps out my pores
Staining the floor beneath my feet
I feel so sick inside
Tired of hiding who I am
Filthy mind
Desires of the natural kind
Programming the biology to infect the mind
Love and sex combine
Lust right behind
The push and pull pulses beneath my skin
Shadowed eyes hold the heavy weight of the sin upon my skin
What a beautiful thing, the ancient dance within, sharing desires and the thrills that lies within
Tell me again
That I am an original sin
I may never be able to forget
The whispers still echo within
Remnants of another time and another life
My dirty original sin
The purest kind there is

~JuJu

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