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Wanting to be the first

Dreaming of the last

To quench the thirst

To mend the contrast

Passionate love for lust

Sensitive dove for trust

To find a middle just

Or else crumbling crust

For bubbles would burst

As of a couple curst

That could be one horst

Than in grabens for worst

Bitter crush as much most

For one soul would be lost

As such must be the cost

If no understanding at least

In dialogue at the meet's mist

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