I am done with
My past innocence
A sense of just
In between faces
Waiting for lies
But bleeding tryst
No more lush of lust
A sea of change
I have parted the pearls
Now part of a mountain
Tearful in salt
Melting somewhere
Anchors of past
Aging enigma
Never forget the fire
That seeks insane
Still I wish to shore the light
And seed the desire ever
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