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Created on: June 08, 2008
Plucked like water from a well,
snatched like oxygen from the air.
You never asked for this
and I never asked for you.
Guess we're both in the same predicament, eh?
Sat in my car and drank
away the days.
Sat in my car and drank
to life each new phrase.
I gave you shape with ink,
now give me hope with syllables.
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