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Governed by a one track mind

A heat seeking missile made human,

Lusting for targets,

Motivated and fixated 

On that which always leaves him burnt

A slave to what he considers “hot”

No surprise

Always ends the same way;

With a predictable explosion

That starts with his face.

– Original-Dante ©2017

Photograph by: julie-rc


8 thoughts on “Lust.

    blackleaderanalysis said:
    January 16, 2017 at 8:14 PM

    Cool Poem

    InfiniteZip said:
    January 17, 2017 at 4:07 PM

    the hot ones are called hot for a reason, they always burn ❤

      Original-Dante responded:
      January 18, 2017 at 7:39 AM

      Haha too bad he has yet to learn that lesson

    nosyjosie said:
    January 20, 2017 at 12:11 AM

    lol oh boy

    Pinkspen said:
    February 2, 2017 at 2:37 PM

    Beautiful words!

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