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In the real once in a while



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She walks naked in the rain


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Beautiful girl

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Oh look !

Read our dying poetry written by

The sad hand

Of loveless infidelity



We cram stuff in out

Of body mind and soul

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Never knowing

Only guessing


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In whatever manner of metaphor

We use

We say so little in so many words

We talk of love like it was a game

We squeal we moan then waddle away

To the pig sty of our choosing

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Do I still love you anyway ?

They way you talk of love you wouldn't know




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