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A woman named Greed

 In the dark of night she danced in my room
 Running rampant like a weary changeling.
Continuing replacing, hastening
Till she has taken all she can consume.
 I can no longer see the bright blue moon,
 Because my eyes are blurred from her raging.

In the calm though I see her cradling

 But her message rings sharp; lingers and looms

I can no longer feel much anymore,
but the hunger she left inside of me
A, need, more want, materials will feed
My corpse brings flies, walks round with open sores.
All morals about me are forced to flee.
She ruined my life, a woman named Greed.






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