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Every night the moon shines through my window, a new face sleeps on the pillow next to me... a new man, a new one night stand.

Every night the pleasure grows when someone plants their seeds in the garden that never grows, and the shame and grief arise while the pride I once had falls to my feet

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[sette]

nice flow of words, the clarity of the poem is there, subjected to understanding the emotion/s displayed.