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I fought desire in the field formed of horizons.
Where there is no past to base from.
Where only strength can win a war,
And past battles have gone numb.
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When I fight a battle within my core,
Reinforcements must be born inside.
And brother must fight brother
To keep morals and standards in their pride.
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How can desire control me
if the wanting is from my heart alone?
How can my mind be overtaken
by a desire that I myself have grown?
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My heart must turn against itself,
Shed skin and blood to keep its dignity
And when it beats its last tunes
its legacy will live for eternity.
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Rachel Steinmetz
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