Poem-42: Wrong number

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I want to be a star, shining in your eyes.

I want to be a tornado, blowing your mind.

I want to left my memory, stamped upon your heart; before I leave.

I want to make you so happy,
That you forget about all the scars; deep within.

I want to be your one; and only one.

I want to be your darkest night,
And your brightest sun.

I want to be your one; and only one.

I want to be your right call,
And your wrong number.

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