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In the quiet chambers of the heart,
where yearnings bloom and cravings start.
Needs whisper like ancient winds
while desires glance on fragile sins.
We need each other to kiss our skin,
the hugs to cradle weary bones.
 
But desires! Ah, they seek the stars,
to taste the nectar of unknown zones.
Needs, pragmatic and unyielding,
fuel for the fire of survival's flame.
Desires, elusive and beguiling,
painting the canvas of our dreams.
 
Needs anchor us to reality's shore.
Desires set sail on boundless seas.
For needs keep us rooted, steadfast.
And desires? They lift our wings.