Many are highly regarded in society,
Placed in esteemed positions...

The hunter and the hunted,
creatures of instinct...

Plucked by the wind of aspirations
and scattered in the shadows...

A sculptor of devotion chiseled away
at the stone of her desires...

In shadows deep, where secrets coil,
A tale unfolds of ancient soil...

Let's see how it ends,
The dance of young hearts...

Intimacy is a garden, lush and green,
Where two hearts meet and souls convene...

Oh beloved navel, how wondrous thou art,
A precious mark of a mother's heart...

Faced with mortality, we are all consumed
By a creeping sense of dread, a fear unassuaged...

He thought he had it all,
A loving wife, a happy family...

Two voices clash in my mind
One pure and true, one less kind...

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Five stars or more if you please...