July 30, 2008
Blazing, blinding and burning;
It made his stomach twist and turn.
By merely gazing through the glass window
Brought about a fresh round of yearn.

Longingly staring into the display pane,
The internal obsession was much to abide.
Perpetually consuming his mind and soul,
The thirsting flame never died.

For this was the newest fixation,
Gawked by thousands of ogling eyes;
The aching crave of want
Made his heart howl and cry

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