Poor momentarily
But you are stricken with a worse disease
you are heartless
making you worth-less
than penniless
A fate far more severe, and calls for a cure
and no amount of your medicine dope, sex, money
could ever find.
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Poetry, thoughts and other sarcastic meanderings... "It is the rattle of the keyboard which moves me, gets me restless and weary out of this skin and finally out of my own head. With these words I can settle in for a winters nap, and watch a soul arise.......Is she me, or am I her? Perhaps neither of us really exist..." md.shelby 2006
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