In lust we trust that blinding passion
Building from pent up rages
Sending signs through our skin and senses
Thrusting blindly into a trance-like motion
In love we doubt of our mind together
All greatness of things seem disturbed
Lively emotions faded and worries started
Wanting badly as hope crushes
In need we ask for lust that was once there
Seamlessly blended with time and tide
Intentionally yearning for limitless
Waiting tiredly tear this disguise
In lost we leave and giving up on everything
Once it was blooming but now has gone
The flower of hope has died leaving nothing
Absently forgotten without tracing...
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