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Nov 2014
Heavy hands
Grasping tight
Paper reflecting
Dull green light

From a distance
Demands be made
Any normal man say
I just want payed

Being no normal man
Hollow green not
in any of my plans

Green of earth
is where i choose to search
im sick of this rich mans work
Curtis
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