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Passion.
I never understand. Nor will I
Paradigm. Concept.
Fundamentals of being amorous
The fall of fantasy to someone
I care no t.
A romantic passion never realized
lyin' down on a promise of no commitment
But I read the sonnets of sensation
Delivered by Shakespeare-or
Whoever William is
Though to me, it is futile
his own thoughts away from mine
His own fantasies, emotion, Paradigm
It is nothing but a mere composition
Of my like lost in love
In this tranquility
of every seen
of every heard
of every felt
passion remains within
till now, I conceal!