Golden boy took a trip to the moon. It was fun at first. The cold lonely landscape intriguing to him, But it’s hard without gravity. I am sky high and he doesn’t like not having his feet on the ground. Even when we’re skin to skin, he is far away I don’t think I will ever know him Maybe that’s okay He has the Midas touch Everything all glory and gold, But he goes to bed shaking. Voice breaking when he talks about his father. Wealth makes you poor.
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