I’d like to forget. I really do.

I’ve been searching and searching hard did I
For the face haunting the dreams of my fuck-ups
Had perfection existed, she would be it
Yet the searches led not to resolution but the honest reality of human incapabilities
Had I not found the flames of fury
I’d dare not look in the mirror of who I’ve become

For the sands whom slip through the cracks
Grasp not the security but the beauty
Yearning for a lust
The sample of breast and buttocks
Its the up-against-the-wall fantasy

Had strokes suffered to thy name
Each shot dedicated to your face
Of flows on lips untamed
Seep through the skin

The siren calls

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