Impulses of beauty are yet to strike the diverse visions of loneliness,
Faint and shallow visions of insecurities,
Pubescent joys welcome the coming of age,
Ambiguity is a tease at its best....
Intergalactic qualms of our minds,
Were devoid of the pleasure of solitude,
Greatly unaware of the inner world,
Under the robe of insolent strive.
The lingering scent of masked gratitude,
Not so sensual when claimed,
Contrary to adulterous mediocrity,
The forbidden fruit has come even closer...
The world is a pendulum,
The protagonist possesses clandestine admiration for the antagonist,
The objectification of purity condemns lust,
Greatly unaware of its virtues...
She wasn't attractive but she was beautiful!
The grenade of contempt has now been scattered into the land of indifference,
Replenished hope hovers over the mould and mask,
Deformed words adhere to the satire of nasty chance...
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