Chattering floors,

Scuffed like copper,

Where shoes collide

To move as one

Flowing dresses,

On their hands, lie

Diamond whispers,

With long faces,

Moving below

Banquets set with

Ruby sherries,

Amber glasses,

Garnish desserts,

Fatted meat, there,

Off far tables,

Where melting eyes

Shine like rivers,

Masquerading,

As they smile

In the dimly

Litted rumours

Of the poor man’s

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