A man was a man.

Time passed.

He felt like an animal.

With urges so shunned.

That he felt alone.

He indulged these urges.

Fucking his way through humanity.

Happy when he was with someone.

Sad when he was without someone.

He thought he liked solely sex.

He didn’t know he also liked love.

More so than sex.

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