#WritcoPoemPrompt76

in the gaze of man,

there is a hidden virtue of evil in his plan,

the hidden bits of darkness,

fills them with light heartedness,

the spirit and flesh fight for supreme,

as the bolts of decisions whirs to being,

his choices are thrum by the clock,

as he eyes the two sides watch,

the flesh, is more enticing and anew,

his large pool glittering with a dangerous halo,

the mecury glistens with beckoning,

man can not help but be filled with longing,
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