Stunted desire litters upon those who witnessed it.
Gripped with the uncertainty, hearts trapeze.
Crumbled as time compresses,
Hate wrecks havoc amongst all amidst.
Is it not life, moving forward?
Wants fade. Turn to ash.
The wrinkles pile.
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The PassingStunted desire litters upon those who witnessed it.
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