Passing Glances in the turnstile
Always giving way to perplexed feelings
Just like oranges; peeling
Longing for the worthwhile
Smiles and cheers abound
Walking the better of years
Always met with jeers
Capturing a frown
Paintings of a scarier time
Laughing for the smiles
Running for the styles
Boasting it isn't worth a dime
Aftermath of the century
The angels mark their way
Masking the simple cays
Leaving it for the normality
Bounds of the softer
Languished for the battle
We shiver as we tattle
Lie like a Pauper
Casting Shadows
We play games with children
Surely left, we cause villains
Walks to the gallows
Gasping words
Holding hands among the stars
Gathering we hold all our cards
Needless to say we forge herds
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