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Apr 2011
I loved the headless man.
He could not see me.
But i knew he felt me.
Wherever i ran.

He could not hear me.
But he touched me.
He could not kiss me.
But gently he held me.

I love the headless man.
My headless man.
He followed me wherever i ran.
Written by
   amans puerum satan
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