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Oct 2012
I'm your trademark.
But not your slave.
I'm copyrighted by you to my grave.

We all can deny it.
But by true love we are blinded.
Copyrighted love.
The kind that produce copies.

You own sole rights to my heart.
You're the only published artistic creation of my soul.
You control the rights to my copyrighted love.
jeffrey conyers
Written by
jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
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