Spilt from unclasped lips;

Two Purses

One She never opens

One She never closes

Two purses

Once ensnared long ago

In those now long untended hairs

He spits curses

Lies entwined in her verses

Every cent no lament

She disperses

Put away for the morrow 

Not a dina

Thoughts and acts below the navel

They demean'a'

There clinkers abound

Dreams eyes unopened

Like kittens are drowned

Beggar steal and borrow

The creed to follow 

The girl 

The girl and her purses

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not something anybody, 'or anyone?, would be expected to like

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