It was mere foolery on my part
To go seeking the pure
Where its only pretence that prevails
Even the gold that glitters can never be sure
Of its rarity or rawness;
After all its human, to change colours
But the camouflage sheds the last skein of trust
The pallor of the lost that remains
It was mere foolery on my part, to have trusted you!
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