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Poverty and Creativity

by jviera5

Fortune tellers have never appealed to me Last resort to find your bicycle It's more that materialistic drama I can not seem to find a piece (peace) Historical accuracy is escaping You and I are in the same boat I can not consider you with reproach or deny your touch Daydream of a humble fame someday And watch the waves decay everything Oxidizing green and beauty Touching all the rust with money It's just money It's just money Poverty and anxiety It's just money It's just money Poverty and calamity It's just money It's just money Poverty and insanity It's just money It's just money Poverty and creativity
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jviera5

I am studying Creative Arts Therapy at Nazareth College of Rochester.

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