I see the smoke of your words,
The voiceless bleak of your speech,
And I know I’m not closer to reach
The trustworthy love I seek.

Your eyes shine with shiny bits
Of pieces you know
Will get you the girl
And make you rich.

Fundamental love
Grows from natural stems,
Nothing to do
With your grim schemes.”



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