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A whirlwind of hatred, induced by sin,
The truths of desire, boils within.

The last shroud of compliance,
A typical routine of defiance.

An internal plea for sanity,
A letter that proved my vanity,

Caught beneath these silent emotions,
Pining for your undivided devotion,

Quietly planning our deceptions,
A romantic decree of conceptions,

A life rearranged by nature's fate,
A time and place found much too late...