Quicksand

With a blast of air to your lungs,
Hallowed life you were given,
Then what did you want?
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Your mere existence brought men joy,
Pools of love you were bathed in,
And yet you did yearn,
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Others pondered on your future,
Education was gifted.
Then what did you ask?
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Blessed with senses to ever explore,
Awake with rays on your face.
But it wasn't enough.
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Bestowed with skilled hands to erect
A warm room with a sound roof,
Though still you desired,
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Sacred soul, entwined with your own,
Arms of comfort to hold you.
Pay no attention.
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Years, they slipped past, loved ones reached out.
Blind to the pain in their eyes,
As your constricted heart lashed,
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Cruel misfortune found you
A most insatiable heart,
For whatever you have,
Forever you'll want...
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