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[and_themoon]

so weary
my head rests on black cloud pillows
made of crispy dollar bills burnt from living not enough
too many wants and not enough must's
i have needs but they feel out of reach
my tongue is forked
and my case of skin lies on the sand
of a beach
by a mall.

even the puppies here suffer.
It makes me feel stupid not knowing they are the offspring of slave labor.
My head hurts because of the billowing nightmares born in the smokestacks of this strange city.