Poem: Doubt

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There is something missing inside of me.

And when our fingers curl together,

I think I know what it might be.

I need your love to make me better.

No, I am full of doubt.

But when our bodies intertwine,

It is banished by your shout.

But only briefly, again the fear is mine.

If your love is true.

I need to love my own soul.

The way I love you,

And then I will be whole.

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