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Money
The face on the bill
Glares at me with beady eyes
Two-dimentional perception
A melodramatic panic
Seeping through the fibers
Coaxing me into aquiring
All that I do not need
But all that I could ever want

He sees me in indulgent fashion
Wonders just how to get my attention
To the wonders of all I have
Left to understand
And all that I will never know
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