Extradiction
what is love?
if lust is must avoiding being hurt.
Thus, be taught
the thought is fought when oriented
by lots in events that flagellates
the tough innermost instinct.
Whereas, some beings feel unleaded,
we fret ,they flee
on a fraught forlorn freight from fear,
forced not to succumb to flair.
For I fear not that frail tear
affiliate me forth till I find not fur on foxes.
what makes us not?
usurping in love's flux
on the augment phase
it's prurience and vaults
same as lubricious cause
let's be true, to me and you
28th of April 2018
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