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Sep 2014
I am greed, want.
She is need, lack.

I am anger and frustration.
She is hope, tenacity.

She is yellow
amidst the grey that I'm become.

But I am success, money.
And she is poverty, dust.
The everyday injustice that ensues.
Michaela
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Michaela  25/F/California
(25/F/California)   
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