Wayfarer torn in two
Aimlessly jaunting life
Peering through the quire
Hazarding eternity
Faculties asinine
Purport turns meaningless
No more innocence
Grasping gratification
Counterfeit elation
Murk swimming in your eyes
Bereft and unwise
Seducing exigency
Edacious appetite
Beautiful but devoid
Your hands are dekoit
Flaunting sensuality
Gold ring in a pig’s snout
Morals desuetude
Gambling your lifeblood
Bemoan, mourn your quietus
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oh my gosh, this poem is beautiful. have i read it before, in poetry writing or creative writing or someplace? i love it. gorgeous.
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