my bread and butter.
green and moldy and rancid.
famished for success.
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the violin whines.
the song of my soul muted.
shiver the quaver.
minding riches
penny for your thoughts.
dollars for your written words.
from mind to riches.
cash register
talking about things
that nobody cares about.
cash register rings.
sighing moan
darkle has no spark.
There is no glimmer in gloam.
The earth’s sighing moan.
trying
sand in my red eyes.
blood filled rivers hateful lies.
he keeps on and tries.