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soul shield

shiny plastic
streets of gold and silver
shattered on the pavement
hooker heels trade market dreams
the crush of glass alarm bells
a warning head for cover
not running for the money
running for another sunrise

over me
over mine
it’s only me
can’t buy back time
i walked these streets
head down eyes averted
soul shield to find disconnection
never felt less alive less influential
born to serve
die unsubstantial
not running for the queen
running for the honey
cover me
cover mine
it’s only me
can’t buy back time