your beauty spent:
mad ravings on greed
masquerading as purpose.
who are you?
what are you
but a cog,
down on your
knees?
careful not to let
slick profits
slip,
and drip to
the
floor.
Starlight Bursts Effervescent
from YOU
and your fingertips,
but the rancid taste of copper
lingers
on your lips.
you pen their tall tales
proudly.
as
your own story
dwindles
into
myth.
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