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Aug 2015
A basket case
I have become
My lips tingle
My legs go numb
I want a man
To overcome
With me the past
Of times lost
Not won.
So now my era
Comes and goes
I want a friend
And a man who knows
My touch is sweet
The sheets moan
For someone
Real
For someone
To be
My home.
A Lopez
Written by
A Lopez  Mexico city, mexico
(Mexico city, mexico)   
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