Their glittered eyes reflect my gold
Since long ago, I should have fled.
To shield them from what can’t be told.
From youth the game did thus unfold
A player plays what’s done and said
Their glittered eyes reflect my gold.
Within the heart hides stony cold
But hammered, chiselled warm instead
To shield them from what can’t be told.
The life that’s lived with breath on hold
For fear of fraud’s detection spread
Their glittered eyes reflect my gold.
And now the mirror’s eyes are old
The polished shine with tarnish wed
To shield them from what can’t be told.
A soul it withers when it’s sold
Decayed, devalued, debased lead
Their glittered eyes reflect my gold
To shield them from what can’t be told.
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Dane Fuller
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