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Desire
I want
I want
I want is so hard
As if not able to touch but see
What stands in front wavering
Pain that lingers
Ripped and tossed indiscriminately unneeded unloved
I want
I want
As if a baby should cry it
As if it were a command an order
Given up freely
I want
A plea
No question to answer
No vision
Just desire
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