Glistening in The Morning Dew
Misfiring hormones turned into delusion,
The mind with all its limits,
Converses in tattle tales;
Fooling the heart,
To think,
It can,
Mesmerizes itself, with;
Deceit,
In that,
All that,
Hurts,
Is a passing.
That the physical
It is a front for trickery?
And that man,
A Man is a lover.
Adaptation I smirk,
If only all understood
What happiness is…
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