Wants are fulfillment.
Wants are needs, but yet not, so.
They are wistful and thwarted.
Thus thou be a desire of heart for yet, so confound.
The souls wants are yet not needs and so they're dreams.
And, that is for the most loneliest, which is most dependent, and the least.
Shall we all never be innocent and always trap in minds alike, or as far apart.
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