So this is where beauty lies.
In Satan's smile, through heaven's eyes.
It's the yearning that hurts the best.
The wanting that burns, the fire of passion.
The object of your desire, so close you could touch it.
Always out of reach.
Tantalizing, taunting with happiness.
Reach out and grab it by the hair!
Kiss long and hard and deep while you can't.
Because in a moment it won't be there.
And success will taste only of cheap wine and shame.
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