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Mar 2010
I'm praying for the most wonderful, amazing person.
All I want to do is hate her, yet all I can think of is to kiss her.
She scares me to pieces, I hope she never finds out, how I write poems in my mind about the sunshine in her hair.

I'm praying for a lifetime, more than I ever thought I could.
That she will see me, only when I smile. For she makes me smile, only too often, but makes me cry even more. How come, all I think about is you, yet you are all I hope to forget?

I knew it when I started, when I first walked into the lion’s den. Now I hope to survive, at least with my dignity, at most with you. Your words are like honey in my ears, and acid in my veins. I pray God isn’t a sadist, though this only makes sense if (s)he is..!
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Martin Rasmussen
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