we'll be the richest

They told me to marry rich,
to marry "up."
But we could make plans to live in cardboard boxes on city streets lined with blankets and flowers. 
The music we'd play would be the stories we'd share with each other. 
Stories we've picked up along the way. 
You could beautify me with your words
instead of jewels.
We could be the richest of them all. 


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