Ravenous

The blister is open where the money is.

Lie down,

Removed from the vicissitude of skin.

The pit of mercy,

His own money,

Leaves her hungry.

 

A proud pit, a deep pit.

 

The development of such objects

Unbearable as it is unacceptable

 

He wanted his place,

His needs eternal,

And so he did something dark.

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