Sheer, consuming greed
In kindled form, to breathe -
An air so stale; desiring everything,
Writhing rage, eager and keen,
Until all that is to be: is nothing.
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Author:
Nicholas Browning (
Offline) - Published: April 17th, 2021 08:27
- Comment from author about the poem: Another quick doodle. Thanks for the visit.
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A fine write N.
Thanks Orch, I'll be sure to pay your work a visit soon. Work has kept me busy.
I'll sing to ya, if ya don't look at me poems! heehee. Arrgghh!
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