The Lust - Dead-End Love

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I’ll never be the same.
The things, I’ve easily missed,
'Re made by my sweet dreams, —
I play small powns of tangled game.
That join me in my life,
Igniting dead-end love?
Nobody’s able to explane
Why I’m drawing in this stuff.
It won’t be bought for tears
Or even be relieved.
It will be made by risk
This question of belief.