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Jun 2014
one day you will be too poor to afford happiness

pill after pill
out of the orange
under your tongue
and into your blood

chequing account gradually dissolving into
$0.00

one day you will be too poor to afford happiness
your sanity sleeping with the devil
and i will laugh
and you know it
September
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September  Victoria, BC
(Victoria, BC)   
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