If the heart doesn't have room for luvs dish.
It is a wasteland of mixed emotional rubbish.
If the compacity of possibilieties that can roam isn't enough.
Life itself will seem so pointless at the end of lust.
Completion is a seek that hides momentary to be found.
Yet if one doesn't accept the patience the heart won't pound.
Beating with purpose with the truth of an others need.
So if willingness isn't given, the heart is filled with greed.
Stealing luvs intensions away from pure honesty.
Hidding in content of false, selfish, abandoned loyalty.
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