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Him
He like her an art
was a nether from the start
that noodle never plunder
this message from his splendor
and virtual ****** in time  
that relish his heredity  
an embryonic boy wonder.
My love
When you're sick of me
I hope you have a good aim
Or that the knife is really sharp
Or your hands very strong
So you can get it over quick
I dont want to bleed to death slowly
Or gasp for air forever
I just want it to be over fast

Maybe an atomic bomb
would be the nicest way
to end us
The truth is the truth
Even if it's a lie
In misconception,
Lurking nearby,
Is a revelation
From which no one can hide
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