Inner Lust - Poem by cassidy lorent
''Autumn breeze frigidly touches ailing dreadful lives..
harshly darkness quietly surrounds the broken souls..
mellow serenades that once played between hearts.
Pathetically they have transformed into bitter, sad songs.
Somewhere beyond the flossy clouds,
Cupid has lost his romancing arrows
so he plays sad sonorous tunes on his bow.
Dedicated to all weepy, lonely hearts..
howling, chilly winds blow through the mist..
Sounds of sorrow spread all over the place,
fuzzy humid air submerges the inner lust.''
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