She who is dirt poor with a wealth of knowledge
carrying a bag of sunshine in her pocket
as rain drops drip down her legs
spent her last token on her word her bond inked on her body
looking at art can suppress the hunger
some angelic friend will feed her
drug her
make her forget and remember
what's important in life
the love you share
the love you create
mystical beings that stomp through the concrete jungle
they kiss you on the forehead and sprinkle glitter on your cheekbones
it's no wonder you are the happiest vagabond I know
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