i sit alone watching sin
passing by, i ask it to stop for
a while so i can hug it
it obliges and there we were
dancing, drinking, sleeping
on a limited hour sin has to
go after i tasted it
so many demands its
sojourn, hug it, kiss it,
sleep with it, but again only
for a while, for sin is also like
us, it moves and if you allow it
it devours, digests, dissolves
defecates, what you allow...
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