M O N E Y

M O N E Y

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Each tear: a row of stars, Each pain: a sun. A Sun that tightens air And a light that knows not light itself, That knows but mass, And by total force Does eat up the heavens To fill its maddening sight. A dainty sum! Made of mind-sacks that never die, Of Suns that are always weeping.

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Each tear: a row of stars, Each pain: a sun. A Sun that tightens air And a light that knows not light itself, That knows but mass, And by total force Does eat up the heavens To fill its maddening sight. A dainty sum! Made of mind-sacks that never die, Of Suns that are always weeping. Read more

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