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he is a new version of today's

modern-type-of-love.

fuckboys and heartbreakers,

damage-doers and those who feed

on our oblivious nature,

can we help it that we are naive?

can we help it that we only want

love?

i have heard his voice, the way his

voice rolls like thunder and cracks

like lightening

over an ocean,

perhaps i seem quite small compared

to his presence,

but at least i appear at all

nowadays.

i think it is safe to say that this will

end quite badly,

in a heart-breaking-tragedy

but it will begin nonetheless

maybe it won't last but i

am not even

sure i would want it to.

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