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Dec 2011
I want to feel some passion.
It is something I can no longer ration.
Fiery has been confined
Deep in my unconscious mind.

Oh key to unlocking my desire,
What is it that you require?
Are you a tangible object,
Or something I can’t detect?

Without passion I shall remain
Living life in the slow lane.
Waiting for the perfect key
To set my feelings free.
Written by
Bryce Bartelt
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