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Jan 2017
Folly
I told you it was folly to come here
These baseless accusations haunt us
And even on tiptoes, we make far too much noise

Our greed is insatiable
Our lust runs even deeper than the greed
And with every molehill we shape into a mountain
It's no wonder that our bones ache at the climb

Carefully
I told you we must tread carefully
There are gnashing teeth at our broken ankles
While every footfall brings us closer to demise

Our vanity is everlasting
Our sanity has taken flight to bluer skies
And with each hour exposed to this blackened sunlight
It's no wonder that our hearts rival the darkness of the sky
Chris Thomas
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Chris Thomas  43/M/Knoxville, Tennessee, USA
(43/M/Knoxville, Tennessee, USA)   
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