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Desire hoped to be filled

As my sole desired
Returned to paper
Word fill me
And sound be spoken

Desire grow deep within
Need reaches empty holes
Mystery fills what is empty

Can my desires be tamed
By a face so fair

What makes sense in desire
When love has not arise
Do greed fill the illusion
Will it be enough

Can't see through mist
Sigh obscured

Unknown the feeling
Desire still burning

How close one hope to be
O how close
Will u cure the scars
Will u be good...

Was it sent...
We'll, mist be mist
Sigh obscured

Oh what fun
Mystery brings!
Written by Troikill
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