Everyday I make
sinful thoughts because
I dream many
sins
Sometimes I make
innocent and beautiful
thoughts like build
my home
My sinful recurrent
thought is sex
I can't do
to think in
negative
Somehow my thoughts
are dark and
empty
They are locked
up in a
curious and glittering
cage
They are my
silent weakness
Sometimes they are
a courageous victory
They could be
a powerful illusion
The sinful thoughts
are a graceful
and peaceful presence
They are a
part of the
madness
These thoughts are
very fascinating and
sensual
I'm very aware
of these thoughts
because they are
my armor
In some moments
they are uncontrollable
They belong to
the fantasy
They are a
serene presence of
my mind
They are a
millions of different
lights
For the most
people they are
the missing scene
I think about
them in a
bad way
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