Enter Uri, stage left.
It is at this point that I am proud (and somehow sad, as well) to proclaim to you, my reader, that David's urges were not towards any man.
No, it was me. Oblivious as I was, I was the light to his darkness, even though I was his forbidden sin, I do revel, at least for this moment, in the exquisite ideal that he thinks of me as his wonderous downfall... and his sweetest transgression. It is so strange how one's own downfall and uprising to a new hope could be embodied in the same idea. Give me just this single moment, God. Let me have it for my own to bear.
In this moment, realizing it was me, I am glad.
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