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Jul 2015
I have been thinking too much about money
closing myself off, in the process.
Insidious this wandering in no mans land
before you know it, ten years have gone past.
Never having enough green, falling into greed
its no wonder I am so miserable a wretch
when thinking too much about myself
and not noticing the plight of my brother.
Written by
nivek
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