I use to eat my heart out whenever I wanted
But the motion proved prosaic
The feeling stale, yet still longed for
I abandoned the craving
Plotting out a lucid self in replacement
To service what I will someday covet wholly
That covet schemed against me
Hardening what ought not be hardened
Testing my will, my all
Though the fantasy was present
Discernment shackled it back
Defending the mind that cries out in lust too often
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