• matt smith

Quarantine


Victories are handed to the prince

While death is the fate of the peasant.

Sha-la-la-la-la



And assurance is found in smooth edges

In contrast to that along jagged blades

Indiscretions matter not in the face of beauty and its charm,

And money spawns the power to control

Sha-la-la-la-la



We are rubble

We are historic ruins.


(photo credit: Sophie Smith)



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