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Feb 2010
Wealth and Glamour,
What you see
Everything you long to be.
Resentment, Rage,
What I’ve found,
It’s the chain to which I’m bound.
So let’s play lovers,
You and Me
In my violent fantasy.
Lest we forget
This bares no strings—
You tie my hands,
I’ll rip your wings.
Written by
Marley ONeill
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