The ugly green paper that had a bad odour,
Pungent and suffocating
Here the elite said
"Money is money"
Devoid of great ephiphany

There wailed the proletariat
"Bills, bills; pills-
Drugging many euphoriant

The green paper,
Handed to nobility
Sad irony that none hath modesty
Sans courtsey, sans civility
The undenying nature of the paper's
Volatility

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Dead, breathless, sans life
Blood fast
Flood mass
Painful she
Wrecked he

Alive, breathful, bound life
Heal wounds
Frame a dam
Wrecker she
Painful he

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A cold mess

Falling out
Like little mice
A parade for a Child
A blade for the Man
So stand in line
Raise our comrade
It is winter
For they have always crinkered us

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A hollowed chest
No heart, no pain
Just practically dead

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Beyond Midnight
Stars bright
And our hearts light

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It's no fun to accept life as it goes.
It'll get more enjoyable if you challenge the obstacles that come your way too!

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Today I can perceive,
Tomorrow I can acheive.

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Tomorrow I believe I can fly,
Today I can prepare my wings.

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Hatred is the purest form of enmity,
Love is the simplest form of all emotions

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If I give feedback to you about my love life status,it's enough to get you a bucket of popcorn to binge watch through all my dramas.

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