I had a dream I slept in seams,
And my life was given away.
Strangest part was how I beamed,
Until noticing how far I'd strayed.
It was not irrevocable—
It could all remain the same.
My secret leaking was improbable:
It could all have stayed a game.
Yet, sorrow hit my heart—
Upon feeling purity gone.
I could no longer claim these stars
Were meant for only one.
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