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Inamorato. I am not this girl.Inamorato.
I am one of her moods. I am Volatile and more than confused.
I am a racing heart, a pounding chest. I am the Fervor that leaves her no rest.
I am the Hyperventilation which restricts her breath, the Panic that heaves her imperfect breasts. I am the Brute she cannot suppress.
I am not this girl. I live inside this Mess.
--
A lady with a violin playing to the seals
Hearken to the sound of calling
Come to me
(Nightwish~The Siren)
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