The comforting warmth,
Splits the cold in all your bones,
As love, when in need.
Saturation, dirty word,
Leaves the lips on wing,
Dripping with vigor,
Yet you find yourself,
Cut once again from it,
As if it was dancing to tease,
Frigid reality diffusion,
Through the being of the soul,
Orchestras blasting away,
And yet, it seems alright.
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