𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

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Gold dusted eyes shine bright in the moonlight,

Leaning towards the light in the shadows.

Ivory carved consciousnesses hide in a dim-lit paradise,

Watching as elite chauvinists set the world on fire.

Their smoky words rise like music to the sky,

From the ashes of burnt up marionettes that never knew life.

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