The mystery
of undefined love gone
No one ready
to fight for something
Or feeling
something anymore
They are
just far fetched dreams and fantasies now
Now its just
so much hate
And horny folks
There’s
nothing in the amazing feeling of holding hands
Just in
orgasms and exchanging juices
The simplest
gestures that hold much love and promise
Washed away
by the sea of time
Now the new
anthem “Weed, Money, Sex”
And the fire
of wild passion
And exploding
sensation of a climax
Of joint
bodies
I would
rather have the former
And find
true happiness.
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