No man left untold,
No hands left untouched,
When life is so brittle,
Lust is the only thing we can reach.
Centuries had passed,
Yet the rules are simple,
To negotiate,
Not to be fickle.
Some may do it for love,
Some may do it in the name of desperate,
They will never see the danger looming above,
The only thing stand in between is to surrender and to compensate.
Money buys all your clothes,
So you may think,
Instead it only gives you uncertain woes,
So you may give up on everything.
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