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[xriotofstarsx]

 Thou blind man's mark, thou fool's self-chosen snare,
Fond fancy's scum, and dregs of scattered thought ;
Band of all evils, cradle of causeless care ;
Thou web of will, whose end is never wrought ;
Desire, desire !  I have too dearly bought,
With price of mangled mind, thy worthless ware ;
Too long, too long, asleep thou hast me brought,
Who

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[dove_stratagem]

"We trifle when we assign limits to our desires, since nature hath set none."
-Bovee

[xriotofstarsx]

Somewhat true. I should say the object isn't to kill desire but to render it insignificant. It's not an emotion we can deny, nor can it be likened to a person or a ghost that forces your hand this way or the next. Anyways poems are a guilty pleasure of mine because they're exaggerative, and romanticize the most simple, boring things in life. It's fun to look at the world through colored glass, as long as you remember what the reality is.

[dove_stratagem]

reality is so subjective. get on my level. :/* ... :)

*denotes sarcasm.