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Yearning

We chase the stars that grace the skies,

But turn from the truth that lay before our eyes.

A fleeting flame feels sweeter than,

the ones we tame.


We crave the rose behind the wall,

more than the blossoms within our own halls.

Perhaps we love what's out of our reach

because we don’t care for the lessons they teach


-by Rushad

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