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Lusting Love
Is it love,
with the way you make me feel?
Is it lust,
in my eyes as I see your beauty so unreal?
Is it love,
which makes me cry tears at night?
Is it lust,
that has me taste my tears despite?
Is it love,
on the tip of my tongue?
Is it lust,
singing words of the unsung?
Is it love,
behind the pain of this chest?
Is it lust,
behind the cloths of the dressed.
Is it love,
that I lust?
Is it lust,
that I love?
