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The curves do not lie.
They tempt and provoke but it is desired.
There are many of them and many of us.
But the relationship is flawed.
Id seeks bestial pleasure but one must refrain,
The skies watch over all no matter how much power is sniffed.
The mind is torn where desires are fulfilled
What can cure such invisible ailment?
Like the leaves in the fall, we wither and die
But the spring will bring us back
We are given another chance, life or death it does not matter.
The cycle remains on the dependency of the world.
