we are addicted to
daydreams, i fear
seeking the
breathless thrill of forbidden
yet no living being
must come too near
invade the spot
where our hearts are hidden
all of our lives
pale without fantasy
no voice in reality can
compare
warm flesh no longer
provides ecstasy
imperfect humanness causes
despair
it is now too late
to begin again
fantasy lovers are
only for sale
our days are ended
as women and men
accept real humans
or surely fail
the same for both the woman and the male
the same for both the woman and the male
alone in a hopeless
and silent jail
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