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Some days are blue cuz of lack of fire

And some days lit by a desperate desire

The first, chilling to the bone and dire

Unknown the feeling of nothingness, doesn’t inspire

But desire, desire burns me up from inside

My core caught in passion untamed, bursting with plans for glory and fame,

And the world ties me down in iron chains..

I don’t know which I prefer more,

The uneasy but quiet emptiness of cold

Or the burning incense of my smouldering soul.

 

 

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