To caress your being should be viewed as a privilege of fates
My parents told me about my body being a temple
Is there a crack in your Freudian gates?

I long to share this silent chaos with anyone's fortitude
So I can experience their mistakes.
I yearn to build something with these hands, objects of an anachronistic, holy make

We're forever lost in our own and then we
Forsake
Our actions, our beliefs, our ethos plate.

When will we feel the hunger and devour our opportunities to reach a different state?





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