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fool’s gold.

Pretty faces grace pretty places

while pretty fingers leave un-pretty traces

of the un-pretty words and un-pretty actions 

of life’s pretty people in their pretty fashions.

They own pretty homes and drive pretty cars,

yet live petty lives, hiding un-pretty scars.

They don pretty masks to cloak un-pretty pasts,

drowned in whiskey sipped from pretty golden flasks.

© C.M. 2020 All Rights Reserved

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