We're lukewarm water
not steaming,
but not cold
what happened to those days
of one craving the other?
We used to love passionately,
lust passionatley,
fight passionately,
live passionately.
Our roaring fire,
is now just a docile flame
and because of this loss
I doubt we'll ever be the same.
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So Human
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