if love
was currency, measured
in dollars
and cents.
i'd be broke right now.
the safe emptied by
thieves
disguised as lovers,
almost friends.
i'd have
no cash, no checks,
no gold
to spend.
if love were currency,
i'd be on
the dole, out on
the street
with no where to go,
homeless once again.
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