The Velvet Coat
Gold lining in the velvet coat.
I rub the inside pocket until it starts to snarl and seperate.
No one sees what I've done to the inside seam, and if they do, they're not sharing. Until.
They can no longer ignore the owner and praise the dream.
They think it's perfect.
And they always will. Because they want to.
Until.
I have a loan-to list a mile long
with no intention of following through.
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