but mostly inhibiting
Day dreams of newness that appeal
To my heart
A lust so strong it was called Love
Debauchery at best
New friendships that remain true
To my heart
Wasted efforts on less than worthless
Futile tears and supplications
Days so bright that call
To my heart
A year of torment now sweetly erased
A devil now disappeared
An angel to sing to my dreams
To my heart
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