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Stunted
Spoon fed moonlit sorrow;
Killing the soulful fire;
Easy was it
Leaves us unfit
Stunted desire.
Smile, kiss, touch, cum;
We want, we need, we have;
Another’s concern
Soon you learn
Turns you to half.
Cum, dread, hurt, run;
We had, we bleed, we hate;
Only bliss knows
How deep it sows
Next season’s prickly fate.
The siren song waits patient;
Jagged rocks of jealous tomorrow;
Pulled again
Not if, when
Spoon forced moonlit sorrow.
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Oft expectation fails...
and most oft there Where most it promises
- Shakespeare, W.
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