Seems a dolorous plot
and dubious charade
of dire sentiments unfolding
like debris of fouled delicacies
that deflower a logical mind
and denigrate the senses
into a weird delusion
which dawdle innate feelings
and drain the debonair
decadence of being a man
and induce depravity of ego
with a dessicated demure
having deciphered loneliness
as me in dread solitude.
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I would like to translate this poem
Love the use of words here Marvin...brings a great flow to the whole poem...Fi 10+++