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A dime… I would have all said she was worth a million, a billon, a trillion, but hell the love of a girl you can call your own is priceless. Fine Dime… I don’t have a dime, I’m broke, a virgin, maybe both, my pockets are empty and so is my bed.

Some lovers are just used.

Anecdote related to the self esteem of people.

Gold.

A poem analyzing chance and fate and what it all means.

Coin color, eyes, girl, beach, voice, dance.

We are all about money.

Tossed to and fro by the winds, e’er changing.

Don’t you?