Sell me your story

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It costs a dime and a moment of your time
     To write a rhythm to your rhyme.
To put a price tag to words and to sell me your soul

For A hundred ingredients and a thousand of your tears,
         Would you let me buy your years, for the price of your fears?

An imprint of your mind, a look into your eyes.
 Spill ink through your fingers, and spill your heart on a risk.

I hold the key to your world view, I am the master of your muse.

Tell me a story, so I can slip inside of you,
     and feast upon the unborn minds of your creations metaphorically.

So I can put interest on a silver tongue with words like honey,
      to a thousand desperate flies.

Your world is no longer yours, it's ours, and I've cut its fuse.
     We're living in a matchbox, draining our lifeforce.
     You've made the deal with the devil, we're burning through our gain.

So let me set your stage, we're the actors of your mind,
       cast me a villain and call yourself a hero.

So sell me your story, it's why I think you're worth the time.

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