All Doubt and a Heart of Gold

I spit and snarl at everyone who leans in too close

They only wish for a moment with my lips

But I fear they’re after my breath itself, my liveliness

Born a skeptic, I say for myself

I doubt all intentions

Because if mine aren’t all pure and good, why would yours be?

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