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Talk to Me

Have a conversation with me Without the scent of last night's wine in your breath, Remove your spectacles of prejudice before we begin to speak, Let me not have to mull over every word Before they escape my lips, Respond to my words not to your screwed up thoughts about me, Talk to me with your pulse rate below eighty Pluck not words from my mouth I never meant to release.

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