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#upperclass
i have cravings for you midday, i make my trip from my brooklyn brownstone to purchase you, a woman with a chip in her tooth and a painted-lip manicure hands you to me i treasure you, feel your weight between thumb and forefinger, stashed in my bones like the ocean you were born from i hold your on my way outside, look down the street in awe because in this city everything shines and when you peel back the layers of skin it's curious, what a mistake a body could make
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Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 11:00 PM UTC
creme de la mer
In America You're either rich or ****** Or privileged enough To be ****** by the rich Medical bills Car insurance Groceries Utilities Student loans ******** that nobody can afford Yet everybody pays for Because this is America And we need to have it all In America I'm ****** Because I'm not a millionaire And that's the kind of salary you need In order to survive
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Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC
American Money