what is the residue
stripped of high sounding titles
taken out of limousines
bereft of computerised wardrobes
stripped of suits from harrods
and all fashion capitals of the world
what is the residue
stripped of mindless ostentation
perhaps a barren wind blowing
a drifting cloud bearing no rain
maybe humility can fill the void
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