Unchanged Poem by Velvet Bloodlust

Unchanged



An ice cube in a glass of wine,
that has since lost it's cold.
Wrinkled skin and furrowed brows,
the young as since gone old.
Factory smoke paints the sky,
from blue to rusty gold.
Look in your eye and tell a lie,
the truth remains untold.

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