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Zero Funds To Withdraw
Just a broken poet,
at an ATM
His stomach cries out,
words hunger within
The nights are the longest,
cold darkens and chills
Fresh words on account,
new credit distills
Pushing buttons while bent,
… with hope standing tall
An answer comes back,
‘Zero Funds To Withdraw'
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
at an ATM
His stomach cries out,
words hunger within
The nights are the longest,
cold darkens and chills
Fresh words on account,
new credit distills
Pushing buttons while bent,
… with hope standing tall
An answer comes back,
‘Zero Funds To Withdraw'
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
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Zero Funds To Withdraw
Zero Funds To Withdraw