Satisfaction — is the Agent
Of Satiety —
Want — a quiet Commissary
For Infinity.
To possess, is past the instant
We achieve the Joy —
Immortality contented
Were Anomaly.
Satisfaction — is the Agent
Of Satiety —
Want — a quiet Commissary
For Infinity.
To possess, is past the instant
We achieve the Joy —
Immortality contented
Were Anomaly.
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