It's a feeling I can't comprehend,
I must bury it before it becomes permanent,
a desperation for care and love,
not from a whore but a lady I can trust.
A couple makes love in the corner of my eyes,
I see the girl then draw a gun and the boy dies,
I can't help but grin and wonder,
why is this so common in our one trip, lusted lives.
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