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Molecular Maximum of the Momentum Sloth Mishap Lovedth of my least desires, Nemesis that takes me higher, Bastard whom I wish to acquire, Handing me the party flyer, Your words cut me like barbed wire, Your smile lights up like a brush fire, Something veiled that I admire, I won't settle with you as the liar. Despite your history of substance dealings, This annual resurrection of blinding feelings, Arouses from buried deep inside my being, For something fabricated deep inside… you're An idol without a façade, Though I see something different inside, Is it inside? Or is it right though you? Is it a lie? Or is it what I expected