without wax

i searched a dark hole
with the aim to retrieve a soul
to combine with it and become whole
though it was an imagination to achieve such a goal
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i was alone
in my heart, body and soul
searching for answers in a hole
dark, lonely and everybit cold...
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stupid as i may seem
for taking this world as a dream
is nothing but my simple plea
an infallible excuse to live carefree
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living in tension
of not knowing your fate
wondering how your future would be
depending on how you succeed
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a passion that raptures the bosom
a feeling diverting all focus
a mind state which divorces all hocus
a longing beyond word exposure
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an inquisitive heart with open eyes
searching meticulously for its ultimate price

a vulnerable heart in a game of rolling dice
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