My sin was not need, 
it was greed. 
It was not in reaching out; 
it was in grabbing for you 
as if you were a piece of candy. 
And I,
like a six-year-old 
with a fat face,
melted chocolate
all over his puckered mouth, 
my sin was reaching 
out to you that way.  
My penance 
was empty hands. 

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