Snippets

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To me you are the only true

Blond on the planet 

But is that even your natural color? 

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I fantasize a nightmare for the heart;

Someone points at me asking you

"Who's that" 

And like a stone's inscription: 

"I have no idea" 

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I'll write every last poem out

From under every last poet

Until every last crumb of you is gone

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