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in my home we have the money
but lack the motivation
in my home the money is plenty
and fuels the nights with desperation
our fridge is simply stuffed
of plain old condiments,
but dressing is not enough
to keep our bellies fed
as the days pass, more and more,
i journey to the dollar store
with money, plenty of it,
from my mother's wallet
she would never go
she will never go
- ch
I miss being young. I miss being carefree.
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carpe diem
Poezjabrought to you from the far corners, shallow pools, and desperate depths of my mind complete
