Tender in its mire,
Soft, true to form,
Center of desire,
A soft and gentle fire.
We reach, we strive,
Shackled in the sun,
Never alive, never alive,
For us to thrive.
Ubiquitous stare,
Frozen flail,
Of the captured pair,
Never there, never there,
Lest they're caught unaware.
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