Their influence looks beautiful on a platter.
Yet once you get a taste it's like salinity in water.
Day dreams and big dreams leads to false esteems and large misdeeds.
They speak a certain rhythm
That silver spoon rhythm
They talk about trips that sound like myths
For your dreams can only take place in spirit
So when the gold encrusted card is given to you out of pity
You forget your morals to please the lilies of the city.
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Author:
Isa_writes for fun (Pseudonym) (
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