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By: A Stranger

Page 1, without it nothing has meaning

What hurts most

Is taking that chance

Setting aside doubt

Feigning confidence

Enthralled, by a moment

Succulant, dripping euphoria

Submerged in a hot bath

Of scented foam

each clear micro-environment

Holding a want, a yearn

From darkest thirst

To angelic ideal

What an adventure

In the twinkle of an eye


Lapse of reason

Replacing confidence

A juggernaut of need


Take the chance

What if...

Too much to lose

Conscious act of instinct

Love is without need

In absence of passions

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