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Nichrysalis

Published: Feb 4, 2013

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An everyday criminal
depends on you and your
sleep, work and medicine—

a psychiatrist relies on their
money, crooks and heroine.

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Written 2/04/2013

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About this Bitlet
Originally started out as a rhyme for "sex, clothes and shelter" (which are considered elementary needs, alongside "sleep, work and medicine" which are all needs in their own way. The rhyme for "sex, clothes, and shelter" was "to shed clothes together." But this concept took over the poem so I started over with the new phrase and eventually settled on a rhyme.

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