It leaves the heart without lustre,
Trashes joy momentary in aches,
leaving the remnants of our sanity
Engaging the whys with wasted wit.
Drained of blood,
A hidden mystery.
Whether love is ever lost,
Or lust its mask does lost,
An open mystery!
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