Mr. billionaire Revenge
Though I could not ever say,
I guess my own soul knew,
Yet kept its secret from myself,
For my own good sake,
To garner the kind of shelter,
Illusion though it was,
That I had an umbrella,
In the coldest rain.
For in that dreamy state,
It could render the handle a wand,
Create an entire house,
A home with hearth and fire warm,
Conjure sweetness from indifference,
Both mirage and oasis,
A dual sense of reality,
Fashioned for survival,
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