Money our equivalent to love
The more you have the more
You give away or not
Which must like love
Be kept moving flowing
Or it gets dammed up
Acting cruelly on its hoarders
Not a commodity but an exchange
I try to keep that in mind
Passing a derelict sleeping
In the shade of a bank
His half-naked body
A mnemonic for love
Ezra said it was usury
But it's just hate
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