Lacking bloody inspirations
held in the arms of distractions
gasping for real motivations
groping on mere solutions
running out of dedications
desperate for subtle medications
fooled by the charming televisions
mixed signals from the transmissions
suffocating through translations
murdering love via infections
leaving behind tiny space for infatuations
gambling future on false accusations
breathing in colourful hallucinations
trapped in beauty's manipulations.
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