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Phone Chats- Our Love Don't Cost A Thing
Give me something to fight for
a cause a feeling a closed door
too tired and just conceding defeat?
is dead inside or out, the bed or streets
You make me realize,
it's nice to talk to myself
about pasta and chardonnay
and the cards life has dealt
give me more than 3 hours of luxury
tell me I'm wise
and talk about face shape and size
Isn't it strange, to find someone still so like yourself?
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Poetry should peacemonger occasionally. Be well-stay safe.