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You have 7 hours to live... now here's the bad news (Free verse) by D. $ Fontera Talk to me
Sell me coffee and exotic flowers
Let the words melt into my consciousness
Now leave me alone
Lie to me
But please don't tell me lies
Fake yourself and share it with me
Abuse my senses
Oh telemarket man
Say whatever you can
It's not that I'm needy
Or impossibly greedy
I just can't live
living without you
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