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Nov 2013
I can be as warm as a summers day
or as cold dark as pure midnight
that is entirely up to me
so really not down to you

Why push buttons that you do not know
yet claim to have around your fingers
you have become the lead around my neck
and in this water you are drowning me

I can't take your insistence of being mine
no young lady, I walk all by myself
the last thing I need is a nurse maid
so here is your seven day cool off

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
Written by
Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
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