It was, and it wasn’t, it wasn’t, and it was; that’s how life guide you into her bosom,
You cannot hold her hand, you cannot walk beside her
Life is to soar the skies you’ll view her from a distance—a distance too far.
You’ll love her, you’ll hate her
But, the undeniable truth: You have her poison in your veins.
Addicted to the bones; sweat her; bleed her, that’s what you do.
You can love her; you can hate her.
It runs deep to the marrow,
It oozes out of pores,
To the height of the sclera to the abyss of the pupil.
Life, you with your wild heart, the wildfire you started cannot be put out
It is meant to ravage, to light up the night.
It was, and it wasn’t, it wasn’t, and it was; that’s how life guide you into her bosom,
You cannot hold her hand, you cannot walk beside her
Life is to soar the skies you’ll view her from a distance—a distance too far.
I retract, the undeniable truth is the beauty; the beauty you always keep.
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