I understand why the mind wanders,
Why one craves the flesh.
The urge to justify an existence worth knowing.
An insomniac possessed by the night.
The inadequacies of a nympho starts with,
Sex, love then lies...
The mind wanders to slip into it's limbo,
An intermission that relieves an individual,
Gone awry.
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