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| last night you had to leave and I let you go, knowing that you felt the heat of sacred passion on the rise in me, but you had to leave and i let you go |
| home to your fears, where you keep the icebox of your heart from the danger pulsing deep inside, and i let you leave |
| before i torched your exit route with a glance, melted all the careful markers you had laid to guide you back to quiet pre-planned safety, untouched by the fire in me, before i burned the clothes right off your back. |
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| so last night, when you had to leave, i let you go. |