Shopper
He was leaking cash At each stall, each shop He dipped into his stash Aware that he should stop He didn't even try, He just hunted for more stuff That he might need to buy Until his funds ran dry. Sign in to see full entry.
Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: Shopper
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