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Lust overwhelms us
It feathers soothingly over truth
The credence of our youthful love
Hangs by a thread And I am the only one holding it.
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Lost
PoetryOne day the parasite in my chest That scratches and pest Will eat its way out & leave me to rest O N G O I NG 2018
