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Mar 2016
extravagance is his style.
but there’s something in denial.
his lavishness withdraws when it’s dark,
as he sits down to count his marks.

he proudly proclaims his fame,
yet a hook drags onto his name.
his sociable aura emanates from his shell,
but inside, his lies create a living hell.

why he does this, i’m not quite sure,
he only finds himself pondering why he feels so insecure.
one day i fear i might find him with some rope,
asking “why did i do this, i had a lot of hope.”
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