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Sundays Suit |
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Ben Junior Member
since 2004-01-17
Posts 21 |
Sundays suit was never intended for this Just too proud to beg for a life of this Cotton jacket and toning trousers his facade Hollow dignity concreted in a blind charade Breathing the debris of others in a solitary parade The heat blurring the world before his eyes As this broken man shields his own view in a disguise The searing sun purloins the fluid from his body Not unlike the way he dines at the banquet of nobody Carelessly consuming what others have left Ambling unseen in a land of greed and flaunting theft Hiding in Sundays suit on Monday morning As his torn feet settle upon on soil of wealth This poor man be endlessly crawling |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
You see beyond appearances. Appreciated. Love, Margherita |
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