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for all the things labeled in the exterior mirages of turpentine reeking layers worn lavishly by red lipstick and silver tailored suits, light illuminating marble counter tops dusted by the next-thousand-block immigrant the mother of four beautiful children she clashes with the detriment of money which filters back to champagne of that red lipstick, the silver tailored suit a million floors above encased within their own skeleton they peel their skin so not to feel a thing stuffed in a daycare tabooed because of its door handle touched by mothers working wage to meet end's meet children skipping their shoes on the stains of the concrete underneath their feet and not realizing a thing the mother bustles through alone but surrounded by grease seething into the cracks of her heels while her children grows by the tick into the template configured by society the smear of red lipstick the wrinkle in the silver tailored suit the system of trickle down economy have gone down the throats of so many lives as a diluted joker waving a flag sewn with white this age of decadence chooses to blind its kin reality has been remodeled into a Hollywood basement
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 7:16 PM UTC
Age of Decadence
for all the things labeled in the exterior mirages of turpentine reeking layers worn lavishly by red lipstick and silver tailored suits, light illuminating marble counter tops dusted by the next-thousand-block immigrant the mother of four beautiful children she clashes with the detriment of money which filters back to champagne of that red lipstick, the silver tailored suit a million floors above encased within their own skeleton they peel their skin so not to feel a thing stuffed in a daycare tabooed because of its door handle touched by mothers working wage to meet end's meet children skipping their shoes on the stains of the concrete underneath their feet and not realizing a thing the mother bustles through alone but surrounded by grease seething into the cracks of her heels while her children grows by the tick into the template configured by society the smear of red lipstick the wrinkle in the silver tailored suit the system of trickle down economy have gone down the throats of so many lives as a diluted joker waving a flag sewn with white this age of decadence chooses to blind its kin reality has been remodeled into a Hollywood basement
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 7:16 PM UTC
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