Scrolled "rhymes" with above, get it?
A boomerang of lust and gold,
I threw with good intent to love,
Returns to me as I grow old.
My flaws that you will fondly scold
Become the fateful targets of
A boomerang of lust and gold.
Along with all the grace I pulled,
The beam of vanity I shoved,
Returns to me as I grow old.
The joy that I design to hold,
I catch again within my glove,
A boomerang of lust and gold.
I filtered doom as long I scrolled.
The truth I learned from the above
Returns to me as I grow old.
The cloudy stories that we told
Descend on us just like a dove.
A boomerang of lust and gold
Returns to me as I grow old.
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