Moved
An outside attraction only will bring temporary satisfaction.
The eyes wonder,
But does the mouth move?
A soul unglued.
A disconnection from the whole world.
The lust will turn into dust.
Your fleshy body will rust.
Digging for buried treasure.
Diving for the biggest pearl.
But the heart is not yet moved.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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