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Apr 2022
They make a mockery of the beauty of life
Poison to pleasure, vice to virtue.
In godless strife we are made to wander
The more used the taste, the lust for ***
The weaker the sensation becomes
Punishment for overindulgence in pleasure
Delirium tremins, venereal disease
Pleasure is a feedback, not a goal it seems.
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   Eshwara Prasad
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