Aldo Rino Smiloveux Bell

You’re the Last Station.
But I’m not permitted
to enter.
Instead, Another Guy
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It started long before, but
For Good
I left my Heart
in Valdres
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A silly fly,
am I,
A bug
drawn
...

So lovely

beauty
...

on sunday
I won’t hear you Darling.
Baby.
But I know
...

Ride to your Prince.
Kiss him and tell
That you’re His.
Only his
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Always in Love.
Always on Distance.
Always the Pain.
...

The Rose
stands there.
Chubby, young.
Not entirely
...

Saw you again last weekend, Baby.
On Saturday, at the music school.
Looked at you from behind, Baby.
And from the side, at your sweetpale profile.
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Pink wasabi peas.
Make me cry.
Pink wasabi peas.
Say goodbye.
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Waiting
for the Cherry Blossom bud
to fold out.
In the future
...

Listen.
This also True;

When I
...

No peace in heart,
no peace in grave,
from down under the hill,
a pulse, a beat.
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Fourteen you are now.
Pale beauty.

I dreamt that
...

I flew over it.

You weren’t there.
He wasn’t there.
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I told you
With eyes

I told you
...

I aimed
at your Heart.
I missed.
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The mountains
in the horizon
had the shape
of your
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There is no button
to turn on Love.
There is no button
to turn it Off.
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Listen.
These words
are True:
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