Brave New World

The beauty and sorrow of life,

Because of the curse of desire,

Desire gets, it's beautiful,

Desire is not attained, it is mournful,

It's like a struggle between spirit and flesh,

Who's going to be who's like that.

The garden of the heart, the bondage of the flesh,

Life needs to run away,

There are colors full of joy.

The back story of that night,

Beauty to the soul;

The shadow of that night was chaotic in the heart,

The story behind it.

In life I you at will,

In life I drunk you casually,

Survival I tire you out at will.

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Text/Western/Don't get in the way

20201023

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