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Of Fortunes and The Future (Free verse) by thepinkbunnyofdoom
In the icey depths of somber smoke
Behind painted beads and false promises
With the scent of illusion made half truths
There lies a woman wrapped in self decay
Pouring words straight toward your fears
Trying to make your wallet her's
Its happening
You see it
You try and keep your distance
But it happens everyday
She eats good off another's stupidity
There really is one born every minute
So why do we rally behind them?
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