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Jun 2013
I dream of moving

with you into our

own place

it would be marvelous 

to wake up to you

each and everyday.

I close my eyes and

imagine it all coming true

And then I look at my

bank account and my

heart skips a beat

because there is money

there waiting for this

but not enough.

I worry about the future

sustaining each month

on my current pay.

I am ready for more

money to come.
Khrystle Rea
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Khrystle Rea
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