Pick
wake wake wake in twilight
warm in sheets
contrasting skies
wet clicks and broken backs
sounds of fighting to get by
work for those of the street
pick pick pick
that's all they seek
value thrown away
and treasure found
why this state of life,
why this lovely town?
cents worthless to individuals
common sense lost in time
found only in corners of the eye
Value comes and goes
but what of people?
live live live
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