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The drifting residence of lust
Lost in the labyrinth of self and self again
Dishelved by a handful of broken years
You arrive at the doorstep of exhilaration
Where you've built your timeless alter of reprieve
Weary, you check your soul in at the door
And clothe in ravenous desire
You feast in the frenzy of scented flesh
Thrusting into your tumultuous solitude
You tear open the scars of malaise
And watch the outpour of insatiable yearning
Drown the corners of your mouth
Then the time for inward-turning arrives
Marking your return to the inner space of the world
And on your way out you pause for a moment
Quietly slipping your soul into your pocket
"Not now", you mutter "I just want to go home"
And as the door closes
In the silence of the trenches of solitude
You bleed
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