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Believe is what you said and so I did, waited, alone for you in this uninhabited dark. Trust is what you said; hold fast I did, me, one little guy awake inside the dying spark. What street do I cross to get back to your place, in your good grace, see your dark face, with an approving look? I took the hook and dove, as deep as I could. You offer your empty hand, a handshake? Is this hello or goodbye? If I take this bait will you send me back onto the street? Am I not the good guy? How do I get back to where it all began? There are no do-overs, you say; I say I'll try again. Once, I took the bait, believing I could win. My desire was my sin, and you reeled me in, only to cast me aside.
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