𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍

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Golden threads line the fabric of delicate minds,

As sunbeams drizzle over their bleeding lines.

Their broken fingers close around artificial desires,

Forever reaching to extinguish their invisible fires.

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