I have kept at bay,
Only to be enlightened;
Amounting Illness.
Received upon greed,
With statues follow corners,
Something found nearby.
~~~
I have looked before.
With senses climbed bargains ,
Though I find nothing.
Every grow with warmth,
Good for you, I thought again.
Out goes my mind, true.
Salivating, wow.
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