Golden
Lusterless fools fallen.
Columns turn to dust.
She stole my name.
She said,
"A horse, a fish, a woman."
Cities turn to rust,
She dies a thousand deaths.
Dawn rose
Up again perplexed.
"Why'd you call me back here
Before your work was done?"
Dear now,
You're welcome to repay me,
To wipe back false tears,
And fly away from here...
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