never sleeps, never
takes
a break from
what's he up to next.
there is no rest
for the weary.
no slumber, or
retreat.
temptation lies
before you
in a kiss,
in a wink, in
dark alley, a false
step on a
shadowed street.
what goes on
behind closed
doors is where
he lives,
where he breathes.
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