What do you expect
a lonely childhood
and a disease
conspire
to fool me.
if spirit were money
I would be a Billionaire
I'd buy up all the land
and sell parcels
to those with lofty souls
we would take over
the world
spending feelings
for a piece of food
and getting water
with a kind glance.
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