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THE EDGE OF OPULENCE
Feasting with eyes open, the greediness of a good life sets in
A hunger that gnaws, not for bread, but for their gilded ease.
Observing the well fed sitting on grand yachts
Their laughter a distant, mocking melody on the salt-laced breeze.
Feeling obscure on remote, innate objects
The rough texture of stone, the humble curve of a clay bowl
Suddenly alien, a cruel reminder of...
Monday 24th March 2025 6:25 am
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