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I write about,
The feelings beneath the Heart,
The Cravings of the Mind,
The Hunger for touch.
I write about the hidden feelings,
A Heart Guilty of Love.
So in need of that wonderful romance,
A thing that every man's heart is searching for,
But hid it and wait for it to die away.
One thing always happen,
Those feelings grow like cancer,
Until they eat up inside out and cannot be hidden again.
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