with the instinct
of all witches
I wouldve found you
on the darkest road
the brightest day
anywhere, anyway
I wouldve touched you
if we weren’t close
if we didn’t meet
if our planets
parted ways
I wouldve loved you
a hundred ways
with different skin
a gender like mine
a broken face
a hundred years
more or less
I wouldve held you
closer than disease
without a solid body
longer than hell
I wouldve hurt you
more than tortuous sin
faster than our paths would cross
further, further,
than you could ever bear
we would have parted
one way or another
I would have been alone
I am, it is my destiny
I wish I knew for sure
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