How come, your fingers were on my flesh in dreams?
As I don't love you am I then to scold you or myself?
A very difficult and moral question with no answers
I ask my heart and it snaps closed like a clam
my brain doesn't do better, neither does my soul
however my flesh warms and shivers for an answer
Bad and delusive flesh, I say, what are you at?
No answer in words, but the warmth turns heat
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