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Simply

Simply, so easily
her senses fill her mind.
Ideas, illusions,
dreams sometimes.

Always fixed on one ideal
unable to for-fill.
Interpolated,
completely deflated.

Who's ideal is it anyway
mankind?

Civilization, Civilized
creation destroying.
Unhappy at the desires inside
creates a release for herself

New love enters
intellect cares for
makes aware
a place in her heart to receive.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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