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Sep 2020
Look around, time to adjust,

What I desire isn’t just,

I’m not looking for trust,

Just a little lust,

There’s nothing to discuss.

I don’t want to be rushed,

Reject emotion, quite August

But,

Even Iron turns to rust,

Like our hearts when we look for love, not lust.

All cause we can’t trust.
Written by
Anurein Gomez
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