When your precious scent leaves my body,
I lose all my blood,
When your hair is left in my bed,
My mind is just so stressed.

Love is an affection,
Not to just get your attention,
My life lives off impression,
No one will know my intentions.

I see this kid everyday,
So sad to say his daily bray,
For I come now to say hoary,
But what's stopping me now is the scene of complex.

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