A lavender room
Rife with a consoling zoom
A snapshot in time
Void of a semblance of sublime
We're all here armored with our pallid faces
Lacking the rudiments of any graces
Tentatively trembling like a pseudo Dandy
Here girl take Willy Wonka's candy
Retreat back into the left corner of your soul
Just like a voyeuristic dole
Enveloped by our bestial appetite for consumption
Why must I be prone to destruction
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