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Heart of Stone

He built his dreams with fire and steel,   Through sweat and pain, through grit and will.   His path was carved with silent nights,   A war he waged beyond the sights.   But love, so sweet, so soft, so near,   Whispered dreams into his ear.   A choice was placed upon his chest—   His passion’s flame, or love’s request.   He turned away from burning light,   Held her close, embraced the night.   Yet soon he found, to his dismay,   Both love and purpose slipped away.   For goals demand a heart of stone,   And love still longs to call its own.   To chase one means to lose the fight,   To hold both tight is rarest might.   So walk the road with eyes aware,   Choose with wisdom, choose with care.   For once you drop what makes you whole,   You lose the fire—and lose your soul.
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Ayoti

In shadows deep, Ayoti did roam,
His heart aflame, desire his home.
In lust's embrace, he found delight,
Yet unaware of its gripping plight.

With every touch, a fleeting high,
But deeper still, a silent sigh.
Bound by chains unseen, he bore,
In search of pleasure, evermore.

Yet in the quiet of the night,
A whisper came, a guiding light.
Through tears that fell like rain in spring,
He heard the truth, a sacred thing.

Lust, a mistress cruel and cold,
Her promises but lies untold.
For in her arms, Ayoti found,
A painful bondage, tightly wound.

The thrill of passion, now a curse,
His soul consumed by lust's fierce thirst.
With eyes now opened, clear and true,
He saw the chains, the residue.

In brokenness, he found release,
A path to freedom, inner peace.
No longer captive to desire's call,
Ayoti rose, standing tall.

Though scars may linger, deep and sore,
He walks a path, forevermore.
Learning well the lesson taught,
That lust's embrace brings naught but fraught.

So let his tale be a warning bell,
To those who in temptation dwell.
For in the chains of lust's cruel snare,
There lies a pain beyond compare.

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