Self love

Thursday night, hungry for flesh, can’t confess.

Brief meeting, together they sing.

Conquering the world, the touch, the stroke. 

Love is hooked on the sleeves, love is blind

That’s how you love, shed tears for the tough

Things are rough, you forget they are.

Your heart has scar, each one’s just not far.

You’re busy loving people, forget who you are… 

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