Living Death

Lust arises inside

But my eye is wide open

Setting my interior ablaze

Scorching all that I desire

Dusty ash seeping from my pores

The living has become dead

A heap of rubble now gives birth

A singular flower blossoms

An inimitable fragrance

One I have never smelled before

The one I have been seeking

The one I have always known

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