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Jun 2014
What if the days weren't numbered
And eternity and seconds had the same value
And be loved for one minute was worth our lives

What if our words had real meaning
And didn't matter if you love or hate unless you feel it
And make someone feel anything was worth our lives

But none of us can feel a thing anymore
And that's why the days are numbered
And the words have no meaning
And poetry is a waste of time
D. Furtado
Danielle Furtado
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