Seeing through eyes that lie... Sitting the heart things that jus ain't right... Wanting to make a believer outta emotions willing to be used... Vanity a mutha fucka when depths give no proof... As sight makes luv the curve that shapes a luv'rs frame... Embedding then into thoughts that remember their face... Sexual lusts of attractions that reside in hormones ready to play... Visualizing a lifetime within moments where lusts turns into luv without a friendship craving the fame... Cockeyed n zoned in with a zoom after the fact of finding what's beneath the flesh... Wanting to change others into a silhouette that had no definition but a shape at best... A type to enjoy when alone in ways the collide never lasts... N it repeats again n again as the wonder seriously can't understand why it never lasts...
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