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My heart is true,

Thought the time

Of long years pasts.

To such decit,

To such tender loving touch,

Falling to a blue watery loving hate

Now in days

I sit, wondering in decit.

Shall i be that watery storm?

Should i not..

Traped in my mind,

I cannot think

But act, accordlying

Plan carefully

For i am the mastermind.

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