racing
caressing
quaking
jacking
the living
rancour
of life
to convert to jest
the passionate jest
the desirous jest
that squeezes
in caress
to make life's
moments
full of delight
in smile
for one
with lips of
Divine
heart of
passion
to live
learn
love
no more
any more
any core
to creep
to reap
and seep the life
away from it's serene destiny
under the disguise
of love, and passion
life is to live
life is to love
any and all other torts
are nothing but detour
life is not a detour
life resides in passionate desire
for nothing but to live and love
all this is nothing but a crap
face the life as is
not just dream
scream, and
live the life as is
the fatalistic thoughts creep
under the conscious terrain
to infect the passion
the desire
the jest
for no other purpose but to make life
to accept the life as is
it is a detour not to be adhere
by any call in sphere
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