The Fulfillment
sadness, becomes
the fruit of the fulfillment of my
desires,
the satisfaction of my wishes
the dreams that come
true...
on one hand, these leave me
dry and meaningless
into the abyss of
a pig contented
no art, no poetry,
plain living
nothing exciting
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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