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Oct 15
I can't tell my heart what to do,
it won't listen to me, that's for sure.
It will do the opposite, true,
and it's me, who will look like a fool.

I can't tell my heart what to do,
since the first time I met you, I knew
that we can't be just friends, me and you.
But my heart wasn't sad, wasn't blue.

And I said to my heart: You are cruel!
and it smiled at me, smiled at you.
And I looked so helpless that night,
and you - you looked so beautiful.

I can't tell my heart what to do,
it knows best, it knows that I love you.
And it knows that I know that it knows.
Brain? Oh, brain. Brain has no say at all.
Peter Balkus
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Peter Balkus  36/M/London
(36/M/London)   
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     Skylar Russo and Imran Islam
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