Greed
Under a soft blanket she smiles to herself,
It thickens, it grows, she chokes, “let me go,”
But the weight only crushes her health.
She waits for her lover, he looks under the cover,
Then lies on the blanket in wealth.
Under a soft blanket she smiles to herself,
It thickens, it grows, she chokes, “let me go,”
But the weight only crushes her health.
She waits for her lover, he looks under the cover,
Then lies on the blanket in wealth.
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