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I had always wanted you
From the first moment in time
I had always wished for this
I had sought to make you mine
But it went south like birds of prey
And I broke you; my old lover
So I went on and found my way
Into the arms of the other brother

I have always lost this fight
Between me and intimacy
I have always held onto loss
I’ve done this with legitimacy
It’s always been this gap in life
A black hole in my soul’s fabric
The feeling of the other hands
The hate and love almost tantric

But now there’s two clouds hiding me
They resemble one another
One is the first love strong and true
And one the other brother