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In the marketplace, where fortunes unfold,Greed, the relentless seeker, counts its gold.Avarice, the sly and cunning thief,In shades of yellow, it hides beneath. Yellow, the color of sunlit desire,Greed’s flame, a relentless fire.It blinds the eyes to the needs of kin,As wealth accumulates, a soul grows thin. Coins clinking like deceitful laughter,Greed’s banquet, a feast
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Where whispers spin,Envy, the serpent, slithers within.A poison subtle, a venomous sting,In shades of moss, its presence will cling. Green, the color of a covetous gaze,A shade that in envy, veils its ways.It weaves through thoughts like creeping vines,Jealousy’s embrace, where darkness twines. Eyes that linger on another’s gain,A heart that harbors a bitter disdain.In
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In the city’s hustle, where shadows creep,Pride, a serpent, begins to seep.A vice so potent, it blinds the eyes,As vanity in purple robes envies. Purple, a hue of regal might,Wrapped around ego, oh so tight.In the palace of self, a throne it builds,Pride, the silent poison that oft kills. A king of his making, a
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I host a banquet of excess to gluttony’s delight,As laden tables groan in such extravagant light.Indulgence draped in hues of yellow and gold,A tale of abundance, yet hazards untold. Arrogance feasts with a voracious appetite,As glistening goblets overflow in the night.Excesses whispers in my opulent hall,Where gluttony reigns, and restraint takes its fall. Yellow, the
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To the crimson dusk of passion’s embrace,Lust, the first sin, reveals its grace.A dance of desire, such perilous art,Are flames so ardorious to consume the heart. Beneath the rouge cloak of desire,Deep within ecstasy’s grasp to embers inspire.Peril lurks in the bliss tread,As the soul entwines in passion’s thread. Blood lust whispers in the silence
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In the garden of youth, a bloom unfurls,First love whispers and innocence swirls.Butterflies dance in the secret glade,As the heart quickens into a serenade. Yet shadows cast, self-doubt takes its stand,The insecurity within dealt a tremulous hand.Mirror’s gaze, a relentless spy,Questions echo, do I dare to try? Uncertain steps across a delicate wire,Love’s symphony bent
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Thoughts confused in life’s debate,Where choices echo in determining fate.To bear the weight of parenthood’s song,Or in solitude let one’s echo belong. In Silence whispers reside,To deliberation, hearts must confide.Sacrifice blooms in a parent’s embrace,Yet isolation offers a different grace. To forge a legacy or wander alone,Life’s crossroads, a path yet unknown.In the dance of


