The one who never gets enough
is drowning in a desperate sea
is crowning darkness desperately
and one day love will quench away
and all darkness takes the day
fakes a love, mistook a passion
every hour in a smaller portions
subsidising poverty
improvising from distraught
and from distortion...
never letting go a fee...
‘Oh Lord', promiscuity! M
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