Jest at scars that never felt a wound?

You may,

But understand that you will never understand the feeling.

Lust is the color of false love.

The touch of plastic and not of 'dermis.

Love without regret.

Everything does, in fact, happen

For a reason.

Let it all fall in place.

I am lucky,

For I fell into your puzzle.

And yet you are also my missing piece.
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Hello.
I am here for you,
The black robe moans.
It's breath is foul
And I shutter.
I've come so far
To finally meet this man.