Guilty Pleasures

Atrocious were the ancient wounds.

Jasmine breeze under moon light deepens his scars,

His soul enjoyed horrible pleasures,

The uneven guilty ones at dawn,

Just never mind me, it will be over soon,

Once my weak heart dashes into bits.

By then, she will be hugging another,

hugs that praises shallow guilty pleasures.

Sick of guilt, fears, and lousy you.

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