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Dimmest tights of all The wolf behind the streets Beneath a visage of grandeur lay a meadow of gray Sit, Sweet Dear I only please you to stay As the dusk turns to night, the dust begins to collect The cob webs of falsehoods begin to string out further Oh sweet! Oh dear! It didnt take long for the dripping crested diamonds to pound into my ears. As if a night of silk is better than the cotton of truth And the chandelier is a flies trap am I the fly? I scurry and buzz, Leap and fall on the ground I wake up, but these thoughts were only a dream.
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
Rounds of Gold
Dimmest tights of all The wolf behind the streets Beneath a visage of grandeur lay a meadow of gray Sit, Sweet Dear I only please you to stay As the dusk turns to night, the dust begins to collect The cob webs of falsehoods begin to string out further Oh sweet! Oh dear! It didnt take long for the dripping crested diamonds to pound into my ears. As if a night of silk is better than the cotton of truth And the chandelier is a flies trap am I the fly? I scurry and buzz, Leap and fall on the ground I wake up, but these thoughts were only a dream.
This is me when I got caught up in someones wealth and status. Their education, and other factors got in the way of the person. I was caught up in their materialistic achievments and things that I didnt pay attention to their personality.
#dream#sad#fake#dark#gone#false#lie#rich#decieve
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
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