When warmth takes a rapid turn to blue,

And with an urge to find someone new,

They choose to be deliberately obtuse,

And love is their term deceivingly used.

The fear of being sucked into banality

Never let’s their sufferings be set free,

They’re selfish and eager to borrow,

Unbothered about passing the sorrow.

They embody affection and originality,

Hiding well...

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