Every Pleasure I Destroy

Every pleasure I destroy, why I cannot say,
I think I feel happiness, 'til it goes away,
Delicacies I consume, 'til so sick I cry,
Like gentle rain love descends, 'til I drink it dry.

Dedicated to the memory of Philip Seymour Hoffman.

Imayo
1. a 4 line poem, a tetrastich.
2. syllabic, written in 12 syllable lines broken by caesura after the 7th syllable.

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