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Monday, August 8, 2011

Awful poem

A/N: um. Yeah. No real inspiration for me today, so. Um. Yeah.
Constructed money slips through markets

Like fresh water slips through outstretched fingers

The bubble is bursting
Collapsing the lie it truly is
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....

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