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The Crave
He sits in shadows, undetected
Trembling, shaking, utterly infected.
Watching unknowing passersby
Waiting for his next burning high.
The victim won’t know that they will feed
This hidden monster’s insatiable need
For the thing that will quench his thirst
And drives him to commit the worst.
What urges this thing, we cannot say
But the crave exists in all today.
Trembling, shaking, utterly infected.
Watching unknowing passersby
Waiting for his next burning high.
The victim won’t know that they will feed
This hidden monster’s insatiable need
For the thing that will quench his thirst
And drives him to commit the worst.
What urges this thing, we cannot say
But the crave exists in all today.
Published 4th Dec 2024
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