what is it we live for
if we do not take
what
we need or want what
do we save our
virginity
our innocence
kept locked up
secluded
until it turns to
rust or dust well
more worthy men than me
lust after it
dying from want
drying up for thirst
This is illusion we harbor
inside our chests. disguised
a false prophet
a deluded belief
we can keep it for
the perfect soul
when none such exists
come down off the
pedesta
l so we might look or touch or take
this is not like wine
that grows richer with age
we must drink this up
from
the first dip of our cups
to become inebriated
before it loses all
virtue
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