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It would seem I proved myself a soft touch.

You bewitched me, secreted me away,

And I turned to find you’d taken so much,

The best part of my senses led astray.

What a position to find myself in

After giving you the gift of my trust,

And yet only a glancing look within

Makes it clear these gears have not gone to rust.

Even the likes of you can’t break this heart –

It’s made of a strength you helped me measure,

Blessed with an innocence, stoked to restart.

It’s clear why you longed for such a treasure,

But your deceit placed me under attack.

I won’t be a fool – I’m not going back.