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Nov 2011
He has no blood with which
His heart to make a beat
He has no soul within
His love should never keep
He heals like the undead
And can see into your mind
Don’t bother with a wall
If he’s looking, he will find
You won’t know him by his age
His hair and eyes to match
Don’t bother running cross the room
If he’s chasing, he will catch
The only life’s end for him
Shall not be ever spoken
For the only life’s end for him
Is a heart that’s broken
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