Fool’s Gold

Am I just dust to you?

Ash in your cigarette tray?

Nothing but a good lay ?

I fell for your dazzle.

While my skin woke up

My brain slumbered.

Encumbered.

You blew me out

Into endless night.

And though I regained my sight

I’m still floating.

I will until I’m old

Cling to your Fool’s Gold.

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