Pure
Pure
I’m not pure
Not a drop of fresh water
Not a drop of clean snow
Nor a straight line
The opposite defines me
I’m rough
Bent
Out of line
Dark and Shady
I’m not pure
Not pure Love
Not pure Heart
Not pure Mind
That’s only my disguise
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