Your porcelain hand in mine
At least I thought it was
A dance sweeter than wine
Steps above broken glass

Finally, I walk away
But blood drips from my wound
Atop thorns I now lay
Deep beneath the desert dune
My heart, my acts betray

Lost, confused and mortified
My faults remain to remind
That I’ve hurt, scarred and lied
Redemption, I hope to find

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