If i didn't let my desires guide me
Such that our days got intertwined
And we laid together each night
If i didn't betray my soul, to a
Wound that will never be healed,
great laden of eternal torment.
I ponder—
What my days would render me.
If they would've been void of
passion, desire, lust and rue.
I feel an undying tinge in my chest.
~O. Ella.
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