The smiles I see all are fake
I only see sighs
Everyone here always to take
All mantled in lies
The fawnings and conversations
They all lack substance
Everyone seeking sensations
Live pure repugnance
I feel pleasure, isn't that joy?
The world is for me
When a child delights in his toys
What makes him happy?
Pleasure is found in things fleeting
Hit, and now it's gone
Joy is in things everlasting
A few pains so long
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Author:
Spencer Wilhelm (
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