GluttonyA Poem by Solidad
There are things we don't discuss,
between the planes of marriage and lust. Wanting only what we can't have, it separates our ribs. Self loathing comes after, murdering founded truths. Knowing all consequences, we still trespassed. With the knowledge, of always coming up empty handed. Because within the confines of our fantasies, we always eat with our eyes. © 2011 SolidadFeatured Review
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