Hiding from each other
your prosperity.
I wanted to remain a fakir.
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This was the faith
in its truest sense. I wanted
to live in childhood paucity.
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Like the first letter
I wrote to you, I am
sending you a poem.
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Author:
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Greed be damned!
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