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My Escapades with Lust
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Society I long to be judged
For more than what is
Visible to the naked eye
As naked as the skin
That hangs off overused.
My eyes are sullied
And can’t see the off switch
To get rid of these dark urges
That occupy my thoughts.
How do you give up something
That feels so good,
But is disastrous to your health?
Heed my warnings,
Because once you start looking,
You can’t stop.
