on one day or the other,
some occult desire,
blinding my soul,
with fall of my dignity,
over the betrayal of breaths,
when immortal worth duelled,
in sovereignty,
looking beyond ethics,
is bleeding in tears,
yes,
insane desire,
hangs unfinished,
but what breeds,
in my chest,
someone knows the flame,
hurting my tissues,
but edge of offence,
is more than i can see.
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insane desire, hangs unfinished, but what breeds, in my chest, someone knows the flame Heart's burning desires are eternal make up of being human.