"Bitte"

[butterflydreaming]

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Begging to be found innocent of this,
A crime against my code of what is right,
That I remain silent in my distress,
That near his heat I have slept through the night,

I know how quickly, still, my lust could find
Justification for his hateful views:
Impulse that by force must be declined,
Unequal exchange for what I would lose.

Impure yes, and fearful of compromise,
afraid of trading surrender for lies.

On my knees I think I am too late
To be given pardon for innocence
nor for the fall I freely contemplate
only for my unchallenged ignorance.


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