s u b t l e   d e l i g h t

b y    m i c h a e l   l o v a t t

the hunger rages...
through the midnight,
of strict machines...
roaming the streets,
dealing in all,
their painful wares...

fragile introductions
to subtle delights
wheels keep spinning
in the grand production
round and rounder
shed a tear or two
for the morally abandoned
of extravagant indulgences.

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