A Crime of Passion
Naked, blind fingers driven by survival passions. . .
Grasp, cling, and fondle with frenzy.
Craven, hungry urges. . .
Hasty, ravenous grasping swallows it whole.
Deep sighs of unbelieving satisfaction roam off the network...
Incurring heavy tolls. . .
Accruing additional charges. . .
That add up. . .
And must be paid.
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