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Anointed in as your sins.
I am the embodiment of your sins.
I am your greed, gold in color and always asking for more.
I am your lust, swirling in amber with a slip of my tongue upon your flesh.
I am your wrath, rolling in a fit of redden anger.
I am your sloth, lounged in white, sleeping in between your sheets.
I am your gluttony, always craving more, more, more...
I am your pride, held purple in my state of royalty.
I am your envy, green with what never can fully be mine.
I am your sins. Full bodied. Anointed.
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Any present moment
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