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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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