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SECRET ADMIRER ACCORDING TO NOVELS AND HOLLYWOOD
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| "...Birds peel back their wings/To banana about like bra-less fruit/While I, like the sun, long to crawl beneath your curtains/To be alone with you in your room/To scream buttercream cries..." | |
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| "...And make raspberry love/Until blue/Sweet blue." I've committed your poem to memory. Until now, I didn't know you wrote it, but after finding it, I fell in love with you through your words. | |
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SECRET ADMIRER ACCORDING TO REALITY
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| "...Birds peel back their wings/To banana about like bra-less fruit/While I, like the sun, long to crawl beneath your curtains/To be alone with you in your room/To scream buttercream cries..." | |
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| Don't touch me. I've got a gun. You're violating the restraining order I had put on you after you left all those creepy letters in my stuff. I'm going to prosecute you until you're in jail, you freak. | |
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