impossible beauty and appeal,
oh how my eyes longed.
and wanted,
and needed - my overkill.
you are my physical drug, of course
i would eat you alive.
but who am i to you?
distant stares fulfills hunger
of infatuation,
of attraction.
yes, nothing more. a male impotence -
shallowness. trademarked and copyrighted.
i want to own you, nonetheless,
and when i get bored,
give me three days
and i will get over you.
ooh, i just changed another shoelace.
it's just one of those days when you want it but you actually don't.
confusing isn't it?
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