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Aug 2015
Take a bite
I'll take a chunk
Take a chance
I smelled your closeness
It really stunk
Take my complaints
Turn them to hope
Make me see
And make believe
You are a ghost
Take me out
Just one nice meal
bebé isn't it
Me you feel
Is anything real
Or thinking nothing
Everything can be anything
But to you
I wanna be something
I thought I was stunning
You played the hand
Like all the others
I was your playing sand
You kicked me around
Left me to die here
As in dead, voiceless
No sound
A Lopez
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A Lopez  Mexico city, mexico
(Mexico city, mexico)   
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