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Never To Be by Gary Garza

The illicit bonds of dream and fantasy, where we become one.
Submission to the sensual illusion the lust drips and burns my
Tongue.

A delicate spirit akin to my soul, chance did not shine upon us.
A story that will never be told, in darkness I wonder of your touch.

A solitaire infatuation one must assume, or does the hidden ever find
You guilty as I. Our ties ever near reminding of truth
A lie.

Never to be, to that end is life. You have endured enough.
My desires are your last cares, resigned to remain within, and
Clandestine stares.