If I pay you a dime
Will you stay for some time?
How about a quarter?
I would pay
With what little is left
Red marks dissolve in a blindness
As I seek for cover from bustling feelings
It has been overestimated
My calculations are off
You make me think there is a chance
Even as I continue destructive rants
There is hope for new life
In strands that
Dangle down in front of this reflection
Little piggy wants a share of the table scraps
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