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one day when i am rich in genius
i’ll live up the hill off the road and
you can come love me three days at a time.
one day with a mortgage and
an income 6 times higher than the average family
i’ll smoke cigarettes in my studio and piss on the lawn.
one of these days i’ll get gone
til all that’s left is my four walls and
the stranded heart inside
wondering where everybody went.
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