Fear is the product of apprehension '
awakened by my desire for you.
I find I'm moving to the rhythms of intoxicating lust
and I don't trust anything,
least of all myself.

Distance is the necessity that will quell raging emotions
Awakened by my desire for you.
You will find me removed, without a piece of me.
I've left with you
the least of all myself.

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