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| Feel the love ! |
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| Wake me up |
in her hairs,
she hid love.
In her love,
she seeks scars.
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And to break your heart,
With anything
but love
was the only thing she held back.
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someday you shall come to me with love
like death comes to a sick man
in sleep,
in peace, with silence
without reasons.
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