Ad infinitum, by Malcolm Moss Subscribe to rss feed for Malcolm Moss 

It  is the fault of Greed. It’s not
It’s that of  Insecurity.
If not for you I would not need these things
Which make me shudder at their loss.
It’s the fault of Greed. It’s not.
It’s that of insecurity.
Posted: 2015-02-21 16:32:38 UTC
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