Seven Words

You’re one who for so long I wished to final­ly meet,
A liv­ing dream? you asked, and hence I agreed.
Beau­ti­ful you thought me as I thought you: the
Per­son shar­ing so many of my thoughts. But
Inside one con­ver­sa­tion, sev­en words in me you drove deep,
And they, which no oth­er ever spoke, final­ly let me speak:
Out with poi­soned past! For at last I feel true.

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