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Nov 2017
will you buy me a million dollar house
even though I already bought one myself

throw money high into the sky
you burned some to keep me warm
I'm not selfish
I hope

you only love me
when I give you gold coins
spoiled

inside a pretty mansion
you'll find
glasses
prescriptions
too many pills
on the floor
blood on the rug

chandeliers
and candles
I sleep on the couch

even if I have several bedrooms
don't read me any differently
eileen
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eileen
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