Midas

“His crisp white shirt.
Her short skirt.
The way they flirt
One would never know
It where so”.

“Know what?”
“That Cupid’s arrow was never shot.
She has sold
Her soul for Midas’s gold,
And the gods fortell
It won’t end well”.

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