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They say Money talks
But I speak differently.
Her hands are tied behind her back
And she is rendered helpless,
A mere puppet of men.
Strings held taunt with deadly percision,
She wisks you into a morbid tango.
Praised from one side,
Mocked from the other,
You stand still as
Guilt and Pride fight over
Who will take control.
©2006-2010 ~MidnightTigeress
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Author's Comments

Something written in my American Experiance class for Windscript.

Suggestions for a better title are appriciated.

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:iconoutlawxvega:
very nice, i think u had me read that a few weeks ago too :) i like it

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