A foe to whom you show kindness,
becomes your friend
save lust
whether of the world or the flesh,

the indulgence
of which increases its enmity,
unless you
leave it ungratified. So long you

keep laying logs on the fiery passion,
it remains ablaze. Only when you
withhold the wood, the fire writhes,
sprinkling flames, turns to ashes.

Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2021-09-14 at 14:55

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