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the greed—so—started and started;
it was all studded and studded
with diamonds and with gold.
a little too much, but i can say that
that world knew nothing but how
to be cruel.
clinging onto your arms like a friend
you might never truly trust,
strangling you like how a new stranger
would at the sight of something,
it holds you down like a piece of paper,
easy to pin on the corkboards of doom.
snaking its way up to your brain,
the competition starts.
you hold your ground,
you lose your momentum.
you stand straight,
you even weaken.
you work hard,
you can't do it.
you try to stop,
you can't help it.
it all depends on how you want,
how you saw,
how you dare,
how you let it stain you.
it all depends on how you want,
how you saw,
how you dare,
how you let,
how you let,
how you let,
how you let it poison you.
you brew the poison for yourself
and listen to whispers of no-good's
and you let,
you let,
you let it poison you.
and you did not make it to the top
you've never bragged about,
you've always wanted,
you've always kept,
you've always dreamed of.
but you did not make it.
because you've bragged.
how awful, young lady.
the toxins crawled up to your brain.
allow me to tell it again.
the greed—so—started and started;
it was all studded and studded
with diamonds and with gold.
a little too much, but i can say that
that world knew nothing but how
to be cruel.
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Finite Infinitives
Poetry𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 ╰ a c o m p i l a t i o n o f p o e m s ╰ c o m p l e t e d "I haven't done everything I want, but in the realm of reams, I already did some."
