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Startruck lovers cross the evening skies,

Though I hope the dream never dies,

In my bed I lay as my eyes fade to black,

No longer in touch with my senses,

My feelings are out of wack,

Working a 9 to 5 with haste,

I weep as the hour goes by,

Oh how I dream of his face,

A true expert in the arts,

Talent with lovers embrace,

His lips were never lie,

His hips were never a waste,

I hope this dream never dies,

But Here I lay in wake,

Crystal like diamonds fall from the sky,

They land in my hand, why why oh why,

1 in 33 they said, it'll never happen to me, they said

False scriptures and imbeded lies,

My chastity broken, Neither predator nor prey,

Why why oh why,

Remember that I leave this poem in your hands,

And to have an open mind,

Put right or wrong infront of,

Everything, and it becomes mans truth,