No passion, no pity.
No thirst, but oh so pretty.
No shits, no hope.
No chasing, there's no going home.
No like, no luv.
No interest, fingertips never reach for the touch.
No give, no chance.
No win, no emotions enhanced.
No want, no need.
No trust, sighs never breathe.
No reason, no kiss.
No point, only leaves lonely lips.
No fling, no tomorrow.
No wakey, there's nothing but sorrow.
No drift, no find.
No trying, one lives an empty life...
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