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Besieged is the brain to boundaries of desire.

Battling burrowed insistencies 

Proves impossible to breach

When the fear of shame

Outweighs the desire of progression.

Show me the convergence between love and lust

And I will show you the true form of self.

My theory is one of simplicity,

One is born either romantically

Or born deprived and thus, aggressively.

My anger has depleted, spent carefully,

I have nothing to throw,

But desire to recieve.

Inherent intimidation of self preservation,

My greatest enemy of the male hereditary.

Meaning I will hold my tongue indefinitely,

And lip sync truths crushed by indifferent speech.

I will chase but not catch,

With my own tongue alone.

But manipulate conversation

Towards seeds half sown.

Yet the necessity of honesty,

To have them full grown,

Is somewhat trogladytic

And sits quietly in hiding,

Leaving inaction to bemoan.