Sin Poem by Dan Uriel
Sin
but whatever I think
my sin is something else
maybe it's a one-off thing
like a stingy lost gold
I seek this sin
I left a mother for her
although my heart is not hard
and I'll find it one day
on the heroes of virtue
and to confess, I call to have coffee
I'll tell you. and look forward
who runs to do business
I will see who is astonished
who dreads happily
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