my hands delve into
piles of golden coins
drawing them to my lips
heavy, thick, and sparkling
they fall asunder
from shaking fingertips
their musical notes are fogged
clunks instead of clinks
so heavy.
my hands delve into
piles of golden coins
drawing them to my lips
heavy, thick, and sparkling
they fall asunder
from shaking fingertips
their musical notes are fogged
clunks instead of clinks
so heavy.
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