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To Marilyn Monroe

When producers of passions like butchers and sweaters

Offer hungry eyes easy meat,

Who will not have a desire?

Who will not want to have meek meed?

In the trade of passion there is no limit of desires;

Like a butterfly pierced with a needle

You are trembling! How to desist? Falling into despair.

Being a slave to a mad passion you have to meet the needs.

A stomach of passions kills carnality,

And carnal knowledge is sweet lunch;

And saliva of lunacy has insatiable sensuality

And to stop it for many people is to too much.

She wanted love to run away from a circulatory circle

But a glass shop window wanted to sell golden circlets.