There is a point Between love and lust Where I got lost Breathing the sweet musky air Flickering flames In the distance Prickling warmth at my feet And I realize I am insignificant I am in a crowd And yet, I am alone A mere spark upon the plane of existance What I feel Has been felt so many times before me I am but an echo An echo of things that have happened That will happen And suddenly I don't care Anymore I don't care And I breath The sweet musky air Somewhere between love and lust.
Before&After
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