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- CAZ
- Dec 21, 2017
- 1 min read
Applaud of Power
I crave a better story
Why must everything bore me?
More is all I need
I can’t tell if I want to feel fame
Excess or possibly shame
Through these eyes
Comes nothing but old lies
As I see greed
Become the way to win
More and more, I grin
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