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Desire Begets Desire.

Sigh, sigh sigh.
Long for it, bleed.
This elusive love-
It certainly was not
exclusively built for speed.

Yearn, yearn yearn.
Desire begets desire.
This cold embrace
is enough to destroy
the ignorant heat of our fire.

Cry, cry cry.
Freedom, let them flow.
Salt and water:
They signify more
Than they have a right to know.

Drown, drown drown.
Collapse, growing weak.
Love’s slow and subtle,
It’s knowing cause
Is to forget the ability to think.

Leave, leave leave!
Run, hurry fast.
& don’t look back,
It makes it immensely
easier to think not of your past.

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