True love does not exist, anguished hearts that cannot feed
There is nothing for us to need, but emotions in the mist.
So we are now what can’t be spoken, hidden lies to just reveal
That soul and spirit start to feel, what the mind has truly broken.
For one second of this blessing, my life I would gladly give
Ectoplasmic self caressing, what existence cannot forgive
To not love is not to live.
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