refusal
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Beloved,
In what other lives or lands
Have I known your lips?
Your Hands?
Your Laughter?
Irreverent of death.
I do adore.
Hope is there in that we will meet again,
I can smell it.
It makes my stomach
growl, yet churn.
My mouth begins to water,
as I take in the scent.
I refuse it,
the urge to taste.
I have the strength.
I will reach my goal.
