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Poverty Was Beautiful

I injected in you the
power to kill me to redeem me from
the debt of resuscitation.

A snake has a home
in you. When a snakecharmer comes,
the reptile comes out to drink milk.

It took generations to
realize that sacred fig was not only to
give shelter to Buddha. It was water too.
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