Amidst all the noise and cacophony around, I hear your voice, a mellifluous sound;
Is it this proximity that separates us, or our distances that entwine?
It was in this concrete jungle that your ambrosia of love I sipped,
And the vacillations of my mind have made my stead firm.
Wanderer, breathing in the scent of lust, was I tagged by the world,
But I only breathe in the toxicity of your love.
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