The Line
A fire within,
Caving to the sin,
I feel at hand,
And my tanned-
Legs begin to quake,
I feel an ache,
In my soul,
Find control,
To pursue,
What’s true,
In a world of apparitions,
And acquisitions,
I need something real,
Stabbing my side to feel,
What is reality,
Certainly not actuality.
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