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Your Charger

Your Charger
hey mister
can I borrow your charger
my phone’s out 
I live with my mother
and I’ve got
to get to my new job
but I don’t know
the bus stop
and I’ve just met
a lady she could be
my baby (her number's
in the memory)
but mister
do you have a charger
I’m not crazy
I don’t anyone in the city
and I’ve just
got myself together
after months
in a shelter
and this city turns
mean with
any change
in the weather
so mister
I’m gonna buy these donuts
If I could just
plug my phone in
I’ve always come
to your shop
never stole
your stock
and I’ll
come back
for a butter roll
once I get myself
found

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