An Overexposure to Flesh

An overexposure to flesh,
A sensation not unlike the rest.
Once caught up in the scheme of things,
The world is seen for what it seems.
And just like that and then it’s over,
We’ll get no help from this four-leafed-clover
To love and be loved before we’re dead
Is the purpose that’s placed on our heads.
This is our only concern and not to live longer.
To love all who we can while our hearts become stronger.
This toxic covering, us, into mortals make,
Turning what little time there is into a more precious take.

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