The currency is
counterfeit.
The hand it plays, is
bluffing you, dear.
As the whitewash of
a fence.
Your town shall be
left red.
You'll look to the sky and
know why.
Tag Archives: Counterfeit
On A Limb
You taught me
Shackles
They’re not imagined
As I’d hoped
Houdini
Cannot help me now
None magic to be had
Trust, intuition
So much platitude
And for others only
Words
More cheap than ever
Counterfeit Currency
I learned
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