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Full of

beg, I wait for a prince longing to give my

breath back to me. Heretic tongue,

I will never admit what he means to

me. Will say

he was simply a game I

could not pass up. Love

is a death wish between you

and the you you’re becoming. I will never admit to

him that his love feels like a tease

from God. A gift I

only deserve as prelude to punishment. Love

is a bluff  between goodbye and forever. You

give yourself to the gamble, to

the breathlessness that is a hammer

on your chest. I

will never admit what his love

is to me.

- Josh Alex Baker

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