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Mo' Faux
Little translucent lies
Warped every time they circulate
They rise at early dawn
Play in the dim light of dusk
Coloring serene moments with hate
Like hookers in a window
They're bought and sold
Like fur on a rich woman
Fluffed out for all to see
With bottomless pockets of fools gold
Warped every time they circulate
They rise at early dawn
Play in the dim light of dusk
Coloring serene moments with hate
Like hookers in a window
They're bought and sold
Like fur on a rich woman
Fluffed out for all to see
With bottomless pockets of fools gold
Published 16th Aug 2014
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