One Heart, Three Parts

What dirty pleasure

Tossing emotions like stones

At her own leisure.

Fake motions be shown

As precious treasure,

While pure love lay alone.

Escaping in sleep,

Where life isn’t cold.

In dreams running deep

Projections so bold.

As scenes slowly creep,

Unfiltered, thought forms.

But viewing the reality
It comes no surprise

With one artificially

In clear demise

Attraction is practical, see

The way of the wise.

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