Long lost is not my love,
But faith in me for her
Liar’s leer
And tell of times
When they gave up their fear
Lovely long, shining hair
Beautiful to most
But in the end
It’s like a virus
And only drains the host
Lust is the word
Longevity is not.
Freeing, flying
Just short of dying
Time unkempt does not melt,
But festers ‘till it rots.
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