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Written by evanescence
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Let’s play a game called the future.
You may roll first; first go to the highest number,
6, interesting, you may begin- just please, hold the pretension.
Crafted finger knuckles break, cartilage booms as it scrapes
against ivory carpals- strung tight as coil,
If you win, you’ll bathe in toil- the gold how it shimmers, how it shines-
Oh so rich and royal.
The matte finish breaks,... |
