You know you want it,
As soon as it catches your eye.
You're willing to beg,
Willing to pay any price.
Just as you're filled with want,
The devil rolls his dice.
The want subsides,
But what stays is the Avarice.
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Poetry"Maybe the purpose of life, Isn't a definite aim, But, to stumble upon a place, That numbs your pain" ✒Copyrights © 2017 to @LittleMissSunshinine of Wattpad. ✒*Highest rank - 10 in poetry on 6/6/17. * First Place Winner of...
