Riches of the Poor
Riches of the Poor
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My proclivity for you
Began in
Room twenty two
Learning of saline
Inhaling
The musk of a man
Reaching out
For your hand
Easing the drought
And when my scars
Met your coarse charm
We’d found the riches of the poor
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