Men ask of her to give all the feelings
to drown them in stimulation
show me your flesh
feed me your sweets
pour me to intoxication
and in supplying such
fleeting beauty
the melancholia we all possess
is carved into her grave stone
emotions
post modern verse
Asks the man to give all of her emotions
To indulge in stimulating
I meat more
I feed your sweet
I am addicted to pour
And supply and
The beauty of the fleeting
We all have a depression
Are engraved on the stone of her tomb
Feeling
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