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Feb 2010
They told me that i'm a thing,
so i become a thing
and now they pay
a thousand dollars,
for a kiss from me,
while vicious collectors
pay fifty sents
for my soul.

I like jokes
but they told me
that i look like one
and now i don't want
to see anyone.

Well,
i become
what you wished
but now i'm a broken
money machine.
Written by
nefeli dikaiou
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