May 2010
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The heart you slipped into my book was fake,
yet made by real hands that I will eventually hold
now that you’ve manage to squandle into my story.
It’s written everyday every moment that my heart still beats
bump bum bump bum bump bum suddenly your name appears on every page…
I try to resist your temptation because I know with you there will be a climax
Yet there you are...