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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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