Hunting Heart:
To chase what is wanted,
though not want what is chased?
Leaves parables written with no meaning in haste.
What's silence to the deaf,
like noise to the manic?
Both comfort and rile,
for rest and for panic.
The romantic as it were,
for addict is too vile.
But are addictions and affections both tamed and yet wild?
Love is hate with a smile,
leave intention to guessing!
Its' target both reason for calming and stressing.
Both truth and deception are but of a thought,
Both pierce through the heart like a point-blank shot.
But the distance matters not,
across heaven and hell,
For both loving and losing,
are effects of one shell.
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