Done Lust
Lust is a powerful, temporary, body of emotion,
It isn't spoken of until we're olden-ed,
A mere fragment of love, not enough to trust,
Unlike love it's used on everyone for fun,
Sure Earth has clouds that fly graceful as a dove,
Sure the waters from the geyser flow as best as they come,
Sure the outer parts can stun with glistening radiance from the Sun,
But I'm also quite sure without the core the Earth is done.
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