The low on paper in a cash register
The numbers near-syn, the payment
Smudged and blurry prices
Creased inside a wet palm
The receipt is held tight
Like that's all our money
Cards and papers with staples
The evidence of an existance
Precious admins
And our breath as a smoke
Now and in illustration paper
A more expensive receipt
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