My Love

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Stranger-
She ripped it. She ripped it. She took the poem and ripped it to pieces.
I stand behind a chimney parallel to that rich boy's window.
It doesn't matter what she did.
She will choose me over him.
She will hear the song that comes from my heart.
She will be mine.
She will love me.
And I know what to do to make her.

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