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z. 0-57. Untitled
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Untitled works from book zero... Nobody, but you.
Nothing said or done
Could ever make me love you less.
It is always yes.
Close my eyes and see the darkness
Touch my hand
And I know it's you.
Whisper softly and hold me near
In sound so deafening
I still can hear.
And fair facade
I see you face
It's you.
An imposter's ordeal
No one could ever take your place.
It's you.
