unrequintedlove
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Return to Me
We met at the auction block,
I dressed in chains, you in your prime.
Again we met when the snowdrop came to bloom
It was in the cotton fields you took my hands
One bloody petal falls then two
Staining a white snowfall that blew
Forgive me even though
I cannot become pure like the snow
I told one lie and then came two
I became weak and then I flew