A safe haven,
Clipped wings.
Sugar syrup, money bags.
Formal ties,
Cursive signatures.
The mahogany table stinks of betrayal.
It waits, waits waits.
A blot of ink.
And it's done.
Applause, everyone.
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Yellow (5) : official betrayal wrapped in money bags
A safe haven,
Clipped wings.
Sugar syrup, money bags.
Formal ties,
Cursive signatures.
The mahogany table stinks of betrayal.
It waits, waits waits.
A blot of ink.
And it's done.
Applause, everyone.