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Jan 2014
It's contagious.
Always has been.
It has accomplished creating enemies.
And destroying many of friend.

You're my cure.
You're my love.
And I don't need no award.
For loving you,
Otherwise call it the flu.

Just our own special code.
That others don't need to know.

You don't need no doctor.
Or require a hospital visit.
I'll nurse you back to health.
If no one else.
For loving you is worth it.
You're my flu.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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